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spacebarnes · 3 years

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TOM AND Y/N BEING A GOOFY AND ADORABLE COUPLE FOR EIGHT MINUTES STRAIGHT.

SUMMARY: when a video has your name, it catches your full attention.

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: none, just fluff.

A/N: I saw this on youtube and immediately knew I had to do it with some of my favs, so this came out! I want to do it with Sebastian and even with some more, tell me if you want me to do it with someone! as I always say, english is not my first language so I hope this is good! take care of yourself pls! (not my gif)

the sun was beginning to disappear and the last rays of it filtered through the thin white curtains that the apartment had. it was a warm day, but it was beginning to get dark and the cold wind was beginning to appear.

Tom was on the Spider-Man 3 set and you were sitting on the couch with a big black blanket, a bag of jelly beans and the remote control in your hand pressing buttons while you were looking for what to watch on YouTube. a video appeared with the title "Tom and Y / N being a goofy and adorable couple for eight minutes straight." and without a doubt, you said to put it.

the first clip was a instastorie which was recorded by Chris Hemsworth on the set of Infinity War. first Chris's face would appear and then the camera would flip over to show Tom and you sitting side by side laughing at something that was showing up on your phone.

"what are you doing?" Mark Ruffalo's voice was heard from the side of the camera.

"I'm recording teenage love." Chris said and with his fingers he zoomed in on the screen making the camera get closer to you two. "teenage love, teenage love." he began to say the words with some melody, creating a rhythm.

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"stop recording me, Tom." you said while applying a little gloss to your lips, you had seen by the reflection of the mirror that Tom was recording.

"i can't, you look so gorgeous." he said without stopping recording, then he stood by your side and I wait for you to finish applying the gloss.

you closed the small container and settled down next to him, feeling how he passed his free hand around your waist. "damn, we look good." when you put your direct view in the mirror, you could see how good you two looked. Tom wore a black suit and a sky blue tie that matched your dress, while you carried a small bag and black heels to match it.

"we do, we do." agreed with you without stopping recording. "'key, let's do a little dance, go!" this took you by surprise and you made the first move that came to your mind, which was to clench your two fists and make circles with them at the height of your shoulders.

after a few seconds, the two of you started laughing and that story was posted on your boyfriend's instagram.

°•

since the quarantine had begun, the activity that the two of you did most was listening to new artists to discover new music.

Permanent Vacation by 5 Seconds Of Summer played in the background as you two danced and jumped non-stop. the smiles were not erased from your faces and that was a moment when everyone could tell that they were soulmates.

in a slip, you slipped and fell straight to the floor, causing Tom to stop dancing to quickly check if you were okay. "darling, are you okay?" He knelt before you and took your hand. "you are so dumb." he said with a smile as he helped you stand up.

"excuse me?"

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"so do you have any tradition with your family for Christmas?" Jimmy asked, putting his mug on his desk.

"with my family no, but with [Y/N] i do." when he answered and your name was named, the crowd started to make noise. "we wake up and the first thing that we do it's bake cakes." he said simply and a small smile formed on his face.

"cakes? tell us more." the interviewer encouraged him.

"so, we bake two cakes, one for the dinner with the family and other just for us." he explained with hand movements. "then we decorate it and finally we sit down to watch The Grinch while we eat the cake." the smile on his face grew bigger when he heard the "aw" from the entire audience.

"that's really sweet and sounds fun." Jimmy told him with a smile.

°•

the countless interviews Tom had to do since Spider-Man: Far From Home came out kept the two of you apart. actually now he was playing with his cast friends and he wasn't doing an interview, but there was a surprise for him.

you felt nervous after not having seen him for a few months, because even though they lived together, you had to fly to Canada to be with your family and not feel alone while he was filming.

"alright, so." Jacob switched cards so he could read the following sentence to Tom and Jake, who were wearing loud music headphones. "[Y/N] ...

"what?" Tom interrupted him not understanding what he was saying.

"are we sure that he is gonna understand?" Zendaya looked at the production and then went back to reading the card. "[Y/N] is here."

"who is here?" Jake asked and brought his hands to the sides of his ears to press the headphones further. "i don't get the name."

"[Y/N] is here!" Jacob yelled at them, hoping they could understand the sentence. you appeared in the room, but you stayed where the light was not so strong so that they could not see you and you waited for the producer's signal to appear.

"wait, what?" Tom asked again. "say it slow."

"oh my god." Zendaya rolled her eyes when she saw that he wasn't understanding. "your girlfriend it's here!"

"your girlfriend it's here!" Jake guessed for Tom and did a little victory dance before removing his headphones.

"you have a girlfriend, Jake? i didn't know that." the brunette said with surprise as he took off his headphones. immediately everyone started laughing and he looked at them without understanding what was happening. "i don't get it."

"who's gonna tell him?" Jacob asked and looked at the people behind the cameras.

"tell me what?" Holland asked not understanding what they meant. you started to move forward until everyone except Tom could see you.

"that i'm here, dumbass." you spoke and you saw how quickly your boyfriend's head turned to be able to see you with surprise.

"stop playing, are you a hologram?" he asked in disbelief as he got up from the chair so he could approach you and put his hands on his waist. "you're not."

"i'm not, i'm really here." you said and put your two hands on his cheeks and then get closer and be able to kiss him after so long apart.

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"can anyone tell him that Isaac Lahey is a character and does not exist in real life?" your voice was heard on the speaker of your phone while you were recording Tom, who had gotten up from the couch and was right now at the kitchen counter. "because Tom got jealous of him."

"you said that he is hot!" your boyfriend's scream was heard from the kitchen.

"so what? you think Lydia is pretty." you said with a tone of indignation without stopping recording.

"but i think that you are so much pretty than she." Tom's voice began to be heard closer, as did his footsteps.

"that doesn't justify you." you crossed your arms, causing your cell phone to shake a bit.

"that's not even the point! the point is, you said Isaac was hot." seconds later, he appeared with a bag of M&M's and a glass of milk. "you're cheating on me."

"I'm dating a five years old, just to all of you know." you rotated the camera and now you were recording yourself.

"i want the divorce." he said and stood in front of you to hand you the bag of M & M's you had asked for.

"we are not even married!"

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"you're currently dating Tom Holland, but we want to know how did the two of you met? because you are not in the Marvel movies." James asked and settled into his chair while you did the same.

"well, everybody thinks that we met at the Golden Globes." you started talking and your eyes brightened. "we actually met at the auditions of my first movie. Tom was there for the paper of my brother, but he didn't got it."

"you met at there? I really thought that the first time you met was at the Golden Gobles." the blond commented in great amazement.

"we didn't met there, but we took a selfie in there for the first time and we talked beyond a few lines of a script." you gave the data with a big smile and looked at the audience.

"and when did you fall in love for him?" he asked and this made the crowd make some noise that was combined with your laughter.

"you know, actually the first time that i saw him i was like 'damn, shawty', but i think it was in the moment that we were at a friend's party and he approached me and told me to go to another place with him because he was not comfortable and I was the only person who knew who would say yes. " and if you thought your smile couldn't get any bigger, the moment you remembered that moment, it did.

the video ended and just then the apartment door was opened, forcing you to take a look. "hey, darling." your boyfriend's voice sounded behind you.

"hi, baby." you said and felt how he hid his face in your neck, leaning his body on the edge of the chair.

"what are you watching?" he asked and pulled away from you, not before leaving a quick kiss on your neck.

"it was a video of us being the goofy and adorable couple of all times." you answered with a smile as you watched him take off his shoes and approach you to take a seat on the couch.

"and there are no more of those?" he asked and sat next to you and then wrapped his arms around you and leaned his head on your shoulder. you took control and pressed a button to see the video suggestions.

"well, here is this one" you said and put the video called 'Y/N and Tom being the sexiest couple in the whole fucking world'.

"oh, i see what people think of us." the brunette said when he saw the title of the video.

"what do you mean with that? of course we are the sexiest couple in the whole fucking world." you wrinkled your eyebrows and lowered your gaze a bit to connect with his.

"yes, we are." when he finished talking, he leaned to you so he can kiss you.

#fanfic #marvel #oneshot #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine

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hockeylvr59 · 4 years

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The Best Christmas Gift || Jakob Chychrun

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: This is another plot I’ve wanted to write for quite a while and Jakob is just so perfect for it. Unlike so many of my other stories, you cannot yell at me for a slow burn here. As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Warnings: a little nsfw content (fingering) kinda tossed in the middle of all the fluff, some cursing.

Word Count: 5,247

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It's the most wonderful time of the year

There'll be much mistltoeing

And hearts will be glowing

When loved ones are near

It's the most wonderful time of the year

Unconsciously, your fingers pressed the buttons on the steering wheel to switch radio stations.

I'll have a blue Christmas without you

I'll be so blue just thinking about you

Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree

Won't be the same, dear, if you're not here with me

Groaning, you just turned the radio off, letting silence fill the car. Today was one of those days where every song that came on the radio felt like a personal attack and while part of you wanted to throw up, another fought to blink back tears.

As you pulled into your parents’ driveway, you noted that there were no lights, no decorations, nothing that screamed Christmas was only three days away. It was just another reminder of how shitty life could be. You weren’t even supposed to be here, you were supposed to be at a cabin in the mountains with your fiance and his family. The plans had been made back in July and when you’d told your parents, they had booked a trip to Alaska, a trip they had been wanting to go on for years. They’d left for that trip last week, a mere 48 hours before your world crumbled around you.

You’d been out to dinner when your fiance Nick had asked for the ring back, declaring that he no longer wanted to get married, his expression so nonchalant, so unwilling to acknowledge that he was currently ripping your heart from your chest and stomping on it. You’d screamed, you’d cried, you’d made a hell of a scene but his mind was made up and so you left the restaurant leaving both the ring and the man you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with behind.

To make matters worse, you’d moved in with him when you’d gotten engaged and now, your childhood home was the only place you could turn. Nick had told you that you could stay in the apartment while he was in the mountains with his family but how were you supposed to sleep in the bed you’d shared, sit on the couch you’d watched so many movies together on knowing that all of it was a lie. Instead, you’d packed your bags, grabbing as much as you could and mentally saying screw the rest.

As you finally shut off your car, you couldn’t help but muse that this was certainly going to be the suckiest Christmas yet. At least your parents had a heated pool and December temperatures in Florida meant that you could spend the next week working on a tan. Though your life had crumbled, at least by the time you went back to work you could at least look like you had your shit together.

Slamming your car door shut, you moved to open the trunk when a familiar voice reached your ears.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? You know your mom and dad are in Alaska right now right?” Nancy Chychrun was one of the sweetest women you had ever known and as she walked across the space between your driveways you felt the mask you were trying to hold in place start to slip.

“Yeah, I know. I’m just going to hang out here by myself for a while.” You replied, rubbing your hands up and down your arm.

“What happened to…?” Nancy started to question, her eyes going wide as she caught a glimpse of your now barren ring finger. “Oh, sweetheart.” She cooed, stepping forward to wrap you up in a big hug. Letting yourself bask in the motherly touch you’d been craving since the other night, you wrapped your arms around her in return, hugging tightly. When she pulled away she wiped the tears from your cheek before sending you a knowing look. “Well, we all know he’s an idiot.” She declared, her hands cupping your cheeks to ensure that you were alright.

It was only as you were staring past her shoulder that you noticed their car was also open, being loaded up with suitcases.

“We’re going to Arizona to have Christmas with Jakob.” She explained. “And you know what...you’re coming with us.”

“Oh no...I couldn’t.” You immediately reacted, stepping back. “Truly I’ll be fine. Some time to decompress alone will be good for me.” You explained.

“Y/N. You are not spending Christmas alone.” Nancy pressed. “We already have an extra plane ticket. One of Taylor’s friends was supposed to join us but had a last-minute change of plans. It’s no bother at all to swap the names and I insist.”

If there was one thing you had learned about Nancy over the years was that she was certainly a mama bear and when she got something into her head, she wasn’t going to let it drop until you agreed.

“I’m not...my suitcases are a mess and…” You murmured, opening your trunk.

“Well, then I guess you better go rearrange them. We leave in an hour.” Her hand squeezed yours and she turned back, yelling up toward the house for Jeff to pull up the flight information to edit Erin’s ticket to reflect your name.

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A little over six hours later you were disembarking from the flight into the Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport feeling like some of the weight on your shoulders had been lifted. From the moment you’d stepped into your parents’ house, Taylor Chychrun had started texting you a list of a million things to bring with you. While you’d finally lugged your bag downstairs and into the Chychrun’s car, Jeff had started rambling about how good it was to see you and how excited they all were that you were joining them. The rambling was a good distraction from the depths of your brain and it lasted until you reached the airport. Then, the moment the plane had taken off, Taylor had insisted on sharing a pair of headphones as she put on a cheesy Christmas movie and it wasn’t long before her commentary had you nearly rolling in laughter. It had been far too long since you had spent any time with the Chychrun’s and maybe Nancy was right. You needed to be around people and the Chychrun’s were some of the best. You honestly hadn’t realized how much you missed them.

And there was one member of the family, in particular, who you missed without even knowing it.

You had just pulled your bag from the baggage carousel when you heard Taylor squeal out her brother’s name. By the time you turned around, both Nancy and Taylor had their arms wrapped around Jakob’s lean frame and a second later Jeff was hugging him as well. As the family moved to gather their bags, your eyes met blue and for a moment you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“Y/N…” Jakob greeted, surprise filling his voice as numerous emotions flicked across his face. “I...I didn’t know you were coming.” He whispered, though his body stepped forward to lean down and wrap around yours in a strong but gentle hug. “It’s good to see you.” He murmured softly in your ear and immediately you knew that he was being completely sincere.

“It was a last-minute change of plans.” You admitted. “But your mom insisted I come and it’s really good to see you too.” Jakob’s smile was warm as he pulled away and immediately reached for your bag. “I can…” You started but quickly gave in when he sent you a look, one he had very clearly learned from his mom. “Thank you.” You corrected, looking over to see that the rest of the Chychrun’s had gathered their bags and were ready to leave the airport.

As you sat in the back seat of Jakob’s SUV you tried to but couldn’t remember the last time Nick had ever carried one of your bags for you. It was such a small thing but it made you miss your broken relationship just a little bit less.

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You’d spent the evening hours that first night curled up on the outdoor couch in Jakob’s backyard with a glass of wine in hand as you watched the flames flicker in the gas fireplace. Though you chipped in on the conversation occasionally, for the most part, you just sat and observed the family dynamics going on around you. As you watched Jakob laugh and be ribbed by his dad and sister, your brain popped up with that nagging reminder that Nick’s family had never been this laid back, made you feel this comfortable. Still, you occasionally caught yourself fiddling with your barren ring finger, mimicking the action of spinning your engagement ring around it. You hadn’t realized anyone noticed but a few minutes after everyone else headed inside for bed, Jakob returned with a fresh glass of wine for you and sat next to you, his thigh pressed against your knee.

“Can I uh...can I ask what happened?” He inquired, the calmness of his voice settling deep in your bones. “If you don’t want to talk about it that’s cool but uh...you keep fiddling with your ring finger and I can’t help but notice your engagement ring is missing.” It didn’t surprise you that Jakob knew you’d been engaged, not with the way your moms gossiped. And though it shouldn’t, for some reason it did surprise you that he cared enough to ask about it. Downing another long sip of wine you debated whether you wanted to share the details but the feeling of Jakob’s warm hand on your knee pushed you to start talking.

You rambled on about how you hadn’t seen it coming, how you thought things were going well. You complained about how he’d done it in public, making you look like a completely crazy woman. You cried softly as you talked about how now you suddenly felt like you weren’t good enough, had never been good enough, and then before Jakob could jump in and stop your negative thoughts, you admitted that maybe you hadn’t truly been happy either.

Jakob just sat and listened, he’d always been a good listener...you couldn’t say the same about Nick...before he draped his arm over your shoulder and pulled you against the side of his body.

“Can I be honest?” He whispered, his fingers tangling in your hair.

“Of course.” You agreed though you were anxious to hear what he had to say.

“He wasn’t good enough for you,” Jakob stated. “I know you cared about him...loved him even…” He paused for a moment. “But your smile never reached your eyes when you were with him.” Maybe you imagined it because of the wine, but you could have sworn you felt Jakob’s breath hitch as he leaned in to kiss the top of your head. “So this may not be what you wanted or expected but I’m relieved...because I just want to see you happy, truly happy Y/N.”

Sitting, curled into Jakob’s side you sat and watched the fire flicker back and forth, his thumb rubbing lazily against your upper arm.

At the same time, a fire was starting to flicker inside of you, long-forgotten embers slowly being stoked to life.

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You weren’t sure if it was the insanely comfortable mattress, the wine, or the feeling of Jakob’s arms wrapped around your waist as he hugged you goodnight, but you fell asleep almost instantly and didn’t stir until the sun was peeking through the windows. As you pushed the sleep from your body, you pondered over the fact that you couldn’t remember the last time you had slept that well.

After breakfast, you had bugged Jakob about where the best local shopping was and then dragged Taylor out with you to buy presents despite everyone’s protests. Your raised eyebrow when you accused Nancy of trying to talk you out of shopping while knowing she was going to make sure there were presents for you was enough to get her to back off and after a few successful hours, you had a set of small presents for each member of the Chychrun family.

You snuck into your guest room to wrap them before changing into your swimsuit and heading down to spend some time at Jakob’s pool. As you lounged with Taylor, working on your tans, you occasionally felt a pair of eyes on you that made you shiver. Eventually, Jakob pulled you into the pool with him, and for the first time since the break-up, you forgot about Nick completely. As dinner time approached, you pulled yourself away from where Jakob was bugging you in the pool and dried off, heading inside to see if you could help Nancy with dinner.

Dinner was once again delicious, and you teased Nancy about how she was turning you into a lush with all of the wine. Conversation felt even more seamless than the night before and as you worked to clean up dishes, you felt Jakob pressing against your back as he reached up to put dishes away over your head.

“You doin’ okay?” He whispered and when you nodded you felt him squeeze your hip, the heat of his fingers transferring quickly through the thin fabric of your sundress. The two of you danced around each other as you finished cleaning up and when you were done, he tugged you over to the piano sitting in his living room. “Mom wanted me to play and I think you should come and play with me.”

“Jakob...that’s all you buddy...I haven’t...it’s been years.” You admitted. In fact, you had both been teenagers the last time you had touched piano keys.

“It’s not exactly something you forget.” He insisted, sitting you down on the piano bench before sliding in beside you. “I’ll even give you the easy part.” He declared, bumping your shoulder with what would be his own if you were a little bit taller but was instead just his arm. Scanning both the music and the keys in front of you, you tried to remember but settled for resting your fingers on the key Jakob pointed you to, following his direction and what little natural musical talent you had to press your key at the appropriate time.

By the second song, you just watched Jakob, who was such a natural at this that you knew he still took the time to practice. After playing a little mini-concert for his family, the two of you moved to join everyone else on the couches where Nancy was looking through photo albums. For the most part, she just showed them off to her kids but every once and a while she would draw your attention and point to a photo of you and Jakob. Sometimes you forgot about how close you once had been, and as you took in photos of you in Jakob’s jerseys over the years you felt waves of peace wash over you.

By the time you headed to bed, your head was full of memories.

And as you lay there, tossing and turning, those memories fed into the slowly growing fire deep inside you until tears were streaming down your cheeks. All at once, you remembered why you had even given Nick a second look in the first place.

You were trying to get over your feelings for Jakob.

For most of your teenage years, you’d had a schoolgirl crush of sorts on your neighbor and best friend. But then you got older, he got drafted into the NHL and your hopes of those feelings ever being requited vanished. You had just watched Jakob play his first NHL game when Nick approached you and honestly the rest was history. It wasn’t that you hadn’t liked Nick...but you certainly had never been in love with him...you just told yourself you were. You had settled for what you thought was attainable because you were afraid of truly being hurt by the man you considered unattainable.

Now you were back at square one and this time you could feel yourself falling back into those feelings, falling rapidly in love with Jakob.

Unable to sleep, you tiptoed downstairs and over to the piano, your path lit by the Christmas tree which twinkled, reflecting off the windows. Gently your fingers ran over the keys, not using any pressure for fear of waking someone.

“Y/N…” A scratchy voice whispered and after jumping from being startled, you looked over to find Jakob walking toward you from the kitchen. “What are you doing up?” He asked. You hadn’t realized that you were still crying until Jakob was squatting beside the piano bench, his fingers brushing the tears off your cheeks.

“I never loved him.” You admitted. Confusion filled Jakob’s face and he quietly stood, pulling you from the bench and over towards the tree that looked like it came straight off the cover of a magazine.

“What do you mean?” Jakob questioned, his arms resting lightly on your hips as he tried to understand everything going through your head.

“I never loved him.” You repeated. “I just told myself I did. Told myself he would have to be good enough.” Jakob started to speak but you shook your head needing to get it all out there. “But he never carried my bags. Opened my door. Brought me wine. I don’t think his family ever liked me much. They certainly never made me feel very welcome. And he...he never really listened. I never felt like he truly ever heard me. Like he truly ever even knew me. I…” This time it was Jakob who shut you up, his fingers flexing against your hips as he stepped closer.

“Are you saying…? Fuck...please tell me you’re saying…” Jakob’s voice was rough with emotion and the Christmas lights caught his eyes in ways that made them send shivers down your spine. You weren’t surprised that he had picked up on how everything you’d mentioned was something he’d done, his family had done in the last 48 hours. “Please…” Jakob repeated, and you could feel how much he needed the answer.

“I never loved him because he wasn’t you.” Jakob didn’t respond, and immediately you started questioning if that was even what he expected you to say, what he wanted you to say. “I...was so certain that you’d never feel the same that I went for something that I knew was actually attainable and I guess I was right on the first count but wrong on the latter…”

A gasp spilled from your throat as Jakob crashed his lips onto yours, pulling you against his body for a deep and passionate kiss. Jakob kissed you until you had to pull away to breathe, and then as soon as you had caught your breath, he kissed you again.

You weren’t sure how long you stood in front of the Christmas tree, Jakob’s hands and mouth trying to tell you all the things he had yet to say. But eventually, he paused, his forehead resting against yours as his fingers drifted to take your hands in his.

“You just made my every Christmas wish for the last five years come true.” He breathed. “Fuck...I’ve been in love with you since I was like 16. I just didn’t know what love was. I’ve missed having you in my everyday life more than you know and I hope you know I’m not letting you go now. I know you have shit to work through, we have shit to work through but I promise you...the day I put a ring on your finger I am never going to ask for it back.”

Jakob’s words, the certainty behind each and every one of them, stoked the teasing flames into an all-consuming inferno. You’d never imagined this day would ever come. But it had, and it was possibly the best Christmas gift you could ever receive.

“I’m going to hold you to that promise.” You murmured, pressing your lips against Jakob’s once more. With his hands tangled in your hair, Jakob walked the two of you back to the couch, pulling you down to curl into his lap. It was there that you finally fell asleep for a few hours, waking to the feeling of Jakob’s lips against your neck.

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By the time his family made their way downstairs, you and Jakob had breakfast made and were sitting outside enjoying the warm Arizona Christmas Eve. As you basked under the sun’s rays, you thought about both your future and your past. To many, it might seem crazy that a week ago you were engaged to be married and now you were quickly falling head over heels for another man. To those that truly knew you, however, you were certain that it would come as no surprise. There was so much that you and Jakob needed to discuss but you could honestly and truly say that you were excited for what the future held.

As you finished breakfast, you chatted with Nancy about all of the food preparations that needed made both for dinner tonight but also lunch and dinner tomorrow. It wasn’t long until you were elbow deep in recipes, working alongside Nancy and Taylor to make sure that everything was ready and needed as little effort as possible later. By the time preparations were finished, it was time to change for church and when you came down the stairs you felt Jakob’s eyes taking in the sight of you, the feeling holding a deeper meaning now. His hand rested against the small of your back as he guided you to the car and he dipped his head to whisper in your ear.

“You look beautiful.” The deep color of his eyes signaled that there were words he wasn’t saying given the time and audience but it still made you fight back a blush knowing his thoughts weren’t all appropriate.

Church was followed by dinner and board games before everyone retired to bed. Everyone but you and Jakob. Now dressed in loungewear, you made your way to where Jakob was seated on the couch, straddling over his lap as his hands fell to your hips.

“Care to share what you were really thinking earlier…” You teased, your body responding with excitement to just the feeling of his eyes on you.

“I was thinking there are things I want to do to you that I should definitely not be thinking on my way to church.” He replied, sealing his lips around yours in a kiss and sliding his tongue into your mouth as you gasped against him. “I probably also shouldn’t be thinking them with my parents and sister upstairs.” He added as he pulled back to breathe.

“Think them.” You murmured, dropping your hips to rock against his. “Because I know I am.” Jakob groaned and allowed you to seek the friction of your hips on his for another moment before his hands forced you to stop. “J…” You whined, pouting as he laughed against your neck.

“Trust me, baby...I want it too.” Jakob assured you. “But I want to take you on a date first.” He insisted. “And I certainly want to be able to hear every noise you make without worrying about being caught by my parents.” You knew he was right but that didn’t mean you had to be happy about it. “I’ve wondered what it would feel like to be inside you since I was 17...I can wait a little longer. And I swear I’ll make it worth your while.”

“J...you can’t say things like that.” You grumbled now feeling even more turned on than you were when he first stopped you.

“I’m sorry.” Jakob breathed, moving one hand to cup your face and pull you into a gentle kiss. For a moment, his remaining hand twitched on its spot against your hip before it moved quickly, shifting around your stomach to slide under the waistband of your pajamas. As his fingers slid between your slick folds you felt him break the kiss to murmur against your lips. “You gotta be quiet okay baby?” His fingers quickly found your swollen clit as he kissed you again, muffling your whimpers as you shifted your hips against his hand. Quickly, one long finger pressed inside of you before being joined by a second, and before you could even process just how quickly you were cumming on just his fingers, your orgasm crashed over your leaving you gasping quietly into his shoulder.

As you caught your breath, Jakob removed his fingers, wiping them onto his sweats before his lips kissed your forehead.

“Better baby?” He asked, a soft smirk on his face. All you could do was nod, the muscles in your thighs still twitching.

“We’re gonna talk about that later.” You sighed, amazed at the fact that he hadn’t even hesitated in reading your body and providing you exactly what you needed. Not to mention that it was that good.

After a moment, Jakob had you cradled in his arms and had stood from the couch, heading for the stairs.

“Now I think it’s time for bed. You know Santa won’t come if you’re still awake.” He joked. As he laid you down gently on the guest bed he kissed you once more, his fingers pushing a stray strand of hair away. “Merry Christmas Y/N. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Merry Christmas J...thank you.” Sated from your orgasm, from the feelings of being loved by Jakob, sleep once again came quickly as you snuggled into bed.

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Taylor was the one who woke you up in the morning, insisting that everyone was downstairs and ready to open presents. Cleaning yourself up a little from last night’s activities, you made your way downstairs a few minutes later to find presents now stacked neatly under the tree. The only spot available was beside Jakob on the couch and in front of the empty spot was a steaming mug. With a silent nod, Jakob confirmed it was for you and as Nancy handed out the first round of presents you took a sip, smiling at the fact that someone remembered that hot chocolate was the only appropriate beverage for Christmas morning.

In the first round, your present was from Nancy and Jeff and when you opened it you smiled and laughed when it was a wine pairing book.

“You’re going to try and educate me yet.” You joked. “Thank you.”

In the second round, you received a gift bag with bath bombs and body scrubs from Taylor and Jeff opened up some silly daily calendar that Taylor had helped you pick out. The third round you got some new nail polishes from Nancy and she opened the wine ice cubes that you had gotten for her. You continued around the room a few more times until you reached the final round. Taylor opened a romper you had picked out for her while she was in the bathroom and she immediately insisted she would have to go try it on as soon as you were done. Jakob opened a pair of swim trunks, he had complained about his old ones pretty much as soon as you arrived, and while he laughed his eyes met yours silently communicating that you had already given him the best gift just by being his.

As his mom leaned over to hand you your last present, Jakob slid another one on top of it causing his family to raise their eyebrows.

“Open the big one first.” He insisted and when you tore off the paper and opened the box, inside you found exactly what you had been expecting. Your fingers pulled the maroon fabric from the box and your heart beat faster as you examined the name and number. It had been so long since you’d worn one of Jakob’s jerseys and you absolutely couldn’t wait to put it on.

“Thank you.” You breathed, trying not to cry as you leaned over to hug him quickly. He was smiling, but you could feel that he was nervous about the other package as you tore through the paper. With the paper tossed to the floor, you found yourself holding a small jewelry box. Glancing over at him you watched as he rubbed the back of his neck. Popping the lid to the box open, you revealed a small metal ring in the shape of a knot. With your breath caught from the statement he was making, you looked over at him again.

“I uh...I thought your ring finger might be feeling a little bare.” He whispered. “It’s uh...it’s a promise ring, a promise to help you heal, a promise to explore everything we’ve both been feeling for so long, and a promise to someday replace this one with both a proper engagement ring and a wedding band so that that jersey will be your last name and not just mine.” You choked back a sob at everything that tiny band symbolized, trying to speak but unable to find words. “I got you a chain too..you know in case you aren’t ready to wear it as a ring…” He added.

Finally, the simplest of phrases flew forth.

“It’s perfect, J.” Offering him the box, you held your left hand out for him to slide the ring onto your finger. It fit perfectly and unlike your engagement ring which had never really felt like you, this looked like it was meant to be there.

Laying your left hand onto his cheek, you leaned over again, pressing your lips to his in the sweetest of kisses. It wasn’t until you pulled away that you realized the show you’d just put on for his formerly in the dark family who was currently staring at the two of you from their spots around the living room.

You honestly didn’t know what to say to them so when Nancy stood, beckoning you forward so that she could see the ring you felt your breath settle back into your chest.

“Oh honey, it’s beautiful.” She exclaimed, her arms wrapping around your body in a secure hug.

“Thank you.” You murmured. “Just thank you.” There weren’t enough words to express all that you were thankful for. For bringing the man you were falling in love with into the world, for insisting you come on this trip, for being so supportive even when you knew there were a lot of unanswered questions.

“Of course...you’re family now aren’t you.” She smiled and at that moment you knew that this was what you wanted forever.

Christmas truly was the most wonderful time of the year because it reunited you with the love of your life and expanded your heart with the love of his entire family. As Nancy and Taylor worked to serve breakfast, Jakob pulled you into his arms, kissing you once again as he dipped you in front of the Christmas tree. And like the photos in Nancy’s albums, that was a picture you would look back on and smile, a picture that would hang on the wall for years to come in your home together.

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zukoskataraa · 3 years

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the one where zuko streams

merry christmas everyone! here’s a quick oneshot i made just in time for christmas, although it isn’t related to the holiday at all. hope you guys enjoy!

“Zuko? Are you home?” Katara asks as she walks through the front door, taking off her shoes. She puts her bag down on the counter and unties her hair from her bun, sighing. She hears Zuko laugh, and sees him peeking through the doorway from his office/game room.

“Hey, babe.” He’s gone as quick as he appeared, and Katara frowns. “Ah, that was my girlfriend, guys. She just came home.” Zuko says and Katara heads towards the room where Zuko’s at. “You guys want to see her? I’ll have to ask her first if she’s alright with that.”

“Zuko? You’re streaming?” Katara asks from the doorway, hidden from the camera. Zuko pauses his game and adjusts his headphones as he looks at her, smiling.

“Yeah. Everyone wants to see you, babe. If you’re cool with that.” Zuko says. Katara bites her lip as she slowly walks towards Zuko. Zuko chuckles and grabs Katara’s hand, gently pulling her towards him. She yelps as she lands on his lap. Zuko laughs and swirls his chair back towards his computer, their faces on the top left of the screen.

“This is my girlfriend! Her name’s Katara.” Zuko says proudly, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. Katara looks at the right side of the screen, and Zuko’s chat stream is immediately filled with heart-eyed emojis and heart emojis.

Katara smiles and waves awkwardly, and Zuko gives her a peck on the cheek, making her blush. “How long have you been streaming?” Katara asks.

“About an hour or so. I should be done by 11.” Zuko says and Katara nods. It was 10:24 now.

“Oh, you’re playing Genshin Impact?” Katara asks, finally noticing the game on the screen.

“Yup. Just farming.” Zuko replies. Katara looks at the chat.

“Do you play Genshin, Zuko’s girlfriend?” She reads aloud someone’s comment and giggles.

“Katara doesn’t play Genshin. I’ve been trying to convince her though. She’s a tough egg to crack. But I think she knows a bit about it.” Zuko replies, completely distracted now that Katara was with him.

“They’re so in love wtf I wanna experience that.” Katara reads aloud, blushing as she reads a comment and she smiles. Zuko chuckles.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll experience it soon.” He says in reply to the comment that Katara just read.

“Easy for you to say. You already know how it feels.” Katara jokes and Zuko chuckles.

“You’re right. And it’s the best feeling ever.” Zuko replies and Katara smiles, reading another comment.

“Your girlfriend is so pretty, I’m jealous.” Katara says, blushing. Zuko smiles.

“She really is pretty. And sweet. And kind. And I love her.” Zuko says and Katara blushes even more. There are more heart emojis in the chat now.

“Look at you, being all sappy right now.” Katara teases and Zuko chuckles.

“I can’t help it. When I have you with me, it’s hard to keep my emotions in check.” Zuko says and Katara giggles. “Sorry for being sappy on the stream guys. It’s not every day that Katara is here with me, streaming. She’s really busy since she’s a clinician at the hospital. So, I try to spend every minute I can with her.” Zuko explains, hugging Katara even tighter. Katara blushes.

“You say that, yet here you are streaming.” Katara jokes and Zuko chuckles.

“Well, at least I have you with me.” He replies. “Are you gonna go to bed now? Or do you wanna stay here with me and stream?”

“Oh, I don’t wanna disturb your time with your fans.” Katara says. Her eyes are stuck on the right side of the screen, reading the chat.

“Nonsense. Guys, it’d be okay if Katara streams with me, right?” Zuko asks, looking at the chat stream. It’s flooded with ‘yeses’ and thumbs up emojis. “See, everyone loves you. But if you’re really tired, you can sleep babe.”

“I mean, what’ll I do if I stream with you?” Katara asks, smiling when she sees a comment saying ‘I came here for the game but I’m staying for these two lovebirds.’

“Well, I guess you can sit on my lap and look pretty. But, that’s what you’re already doing.” Zuko replies and Katara blushes. “Oh, you can read the chat aloud while I play.”

“Okay, yeah. That seems doable. But won’t it be hard for you to play like this?” Katara asks and Zuko smiles.

“I’ll manage.” He says as he moves his chair a bit closer to his desk. “Alright! Let’s head back to the game now, guys.” Zuko resumes the game, and starts to move his character towards a small group of enemies.

“What are those?” Katara asks.

“These are fatui. I hate fighting them, but I need their rewards to level up my characters. So I don’t have a choice.” Zuko replies, eyes now focused on the screen.

“You should fight an ocea… oceanoid?” Katara says, reading a comment out loud. Zuko chuckles.

“Oceanid. It’s the water boss.” Zuko replies, furiously clicking the mouse. Katara looks at the screen to see which character he was using.

“Oh my god, you’re using Diluc. Is that the correct person? That redhead.” Katara says and Zuko nods.

“Yup. This is Diluc. How do you know him, though?” Zuko asks.

“Toph.” Katara replies, looking at the chat.

“Ah, right. Do you like Diluc?” Zuko asks and Katara smiles.

“Well, he’s handsome. His ponytail is also cute.” Katara replies, teasing Zuko. Katara can see Zuko pout on screen and Katara laughs when she sees a comment saying ‘OMG she’s trying to make Zuko jealous.’

“I should dye my hair red and make it longer. Is that what you’re saying?” Zuko asks. Katara giggles.

“I’m not saying you should. But your fans want you to cosplay as him.” She says, reading the chat.

“Well, I better not disappoint my fans. I’ll see what I can do guys.” He says, giving them a wink on camera.

“I would love to see that too.” Katara says and Zuko rolls his eyes, smirking.

“Are there any other Genshin boys you like, Katara?” Zuko asks, jealousy clear in his voice. Even the viewers can tell, as they’re all saying ‘Katara, please stop making him jealous’ or ‘Zuko, don’t get jealous over a video game character’

“If I were Katara’s boyfriend. I’d be jealous too. I mean, have you SEEN the boys in the game? They’re hot.” Katara reads a comment aloud, and laughs. Zuko chuckles.

“I’m not jealous, okay?”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that big guy.” Katara says, patting Zuko’s hand.

“You never answered my question.” Zuko says and Katara hums.

“Well, I only know Diluc. But I’ve seen pics of this dude online. That ice boy with the eyepatch. I don’t know his name though.” Katara says. She reads the chat to see everyone immediately say ‘Kaeya’ with others putting heart emojis with his name.

“Kaeya. Got it.” Zuko replies, collecting the rewards in the game. “Alright guys, I have an agenda now. I’ll go fight the oceanid, as someone said. Then I’ll do the pyro boss. And I guess I’ll do the cryo boss, if I have enough resin.” Zuko says, all serious. Katara smiles.

“Ah someone’s asking why you won’t do co-op.” Katara says. “Whatever that means.”

“Co-op is like where you can play with other players and fight bosses and stuff.” Zuko explains. “I don’t do co-op since I don’t want people to farm in my world. I just need the resources, that’s it. And I don’t really like going to other people’s worlds too. I don’t know why.” Zuko says and Katara giggles.

“You have Venti right? Why don’t you use him?” Katara reads a comment aloud. “Who’s Venti? Isn’t that a cup size at Starbucks?” Zuko laughs, and Katara can see the stream chat flood with laughing emojis.

“Venti is indeed a cup size, Katara. But he’s also a character in the game. And I do have him. I’ll add him to my party now since I’m about to go to the water boss. I’ll switch… Childe for Venti.” Zuko says and shows his team on screen.

“Wow, you have a lot of characters. Yeah, I agree with that person. You have a lot.” Katara says after she reads a comment as she looks at the screen.

“Well, I scout and get lucky.” Zuko says, shrugging. Katara hums as she continues to read the chat as Zuko plays.

“All right. It’s already 11 guys. I should go now. Thanks for watching the stream! And thank you all for your continuous support. And for my new viewers and followers, welcome!” Zuko smiles. “Do you have anything to say, Kat?”

“Um. Thanks for watching Zuko’s stream, everyone! I might be new to genshin and streaming, but you guys are really amazing. It’s nice to know that you all love Zuko. I appreciate your support as well.” She smiles. “You should come back on his next stream.” Katara reads a comment aloud.

“No promises about Katara being back soon, guys. She’s a clinician, as I said earlier. But I’m also hoping that she’ll be able to stream with me again soon.” Zuko explains as he wraps his arms around Katara. She blushes, biting her lip. “Anyway, that’s it for this stream guys! Thanks again for watching. My next stream will be on Sunday at 9pm. See you all soon!” He smiles and ends the stream. People are still flooding the stream chat, and Katara smiles. Zuko takes off his headphones and ruffles his hair.

“I missed you.” Zuko says as he gives Katara a peck on her cheek. She smiles and stands up. Zuko follows.

“I missed you too.” She says as she leans up to kiss him, putting both hands on either side of his face. They smile as they pull away, slightly panting.

“Are your legs dead? I feel like they are. You were sitting down for almost an hour with me sitting on them.” Katara says, worried and Zuko laughs.

“My legs are alive, thank you very much. How was your day?” Zuko asks as he turns off his PC. Katara sighs.

“I am so tired. I just wanna cuddle.” She says, stifling a yawn. Zuko walks towards Katara, wrapping her in his arms. He gives her a quick peck on her head. Katara smiles as she hugs Zuko back.

“I’m sorry for making you stream with me.” Zuko says, pulling away. He grabs Katara’s hand and they walk towards the living room.

“No, it’s fine. I had fun. Your viewers are really nice.” Katara replies, as she sits down on the couch. Zuko chuckles as he sits beside her on the couch arm.

“They really are. Why don’t you stay here, and I’ll run you a warm bath. How does that sound?” He says, giving her a quick peck on her forehead.

“That sounds wonderful.” Katara replies. Zuko smiles as he stands up and heads towards the bathroom. Katara sighs in content, thinking about how lucky she was to have Zuko in her life. A minute later, Zuko walks out of the bathroom with her robe in hand.

“Here ya go, babe. I also lit a candle in there because I know you love them.” He says and Katara stands up, smiling.

“Thanks, Zuko.” She leans up to give him a quick peck on the lips.

“Do you want anything for a midnight snack? We can order takeout, or I can make some ramen or whatever you want.” Zuko says, walking towards the kitchen.

“Ramen sounds good. Can we just share though? I’m not too hungry.” She replies and Zuko hums.

“Got it. Take your time, babe.” He replies, grabbing the ingredients he needed. Katara walks to their room and starts to take off her clothes. She wraps her robe around her, and puts her dirty clothes in the laundry basket. She walks outside and sees Zuko in the kitchen, facing the stove. She quietly walks up to him and wraps her arms around his waist, burying her face in his back.

“I love you.” She says, voice muffled. Zuko chuckles, and she feels the vibrations on her face.

“I love you too, babe.” Zuko replies. She gently bites his shoulder, and Zuko laughs. “Hey, no biting.”

“Sorry.” She pulls away. “I’ll be back.” She gently pinches Zuko’s side, making him yelp. “Sorry!” She giggles as she jogs to the bathroom. Zuko catches her wrist, and she giggles as Zuko takes her in his arms. “Ah! Let me go!” Katara giggles as Zuko buries his head in her neck, his hands tickling her sides.

“Hm, maybe.” He says, his voice hoarse. Katara gulps as Zuko plants a kiss on her collarbone.

“Zuko, let go.” She giggles, and Zuko chuckles as he lets go of Katara. “Bye!” She says, winking as she walks away from Zuko. Zuko returns to the kitchen and Katara gets inside the bathroom. Katara ties her hair quickly in a messy bun and sighs in content as she steps in the tub, slowly sinking down. She closes her eyes, humming to herself.

A few minutes later, Katara walks out of the bathroom, robe around her. Zuko smiles as he puts the bowl of ramen on the living room table.

“Great timing. I just finished cooking.” Zuko says, sitting down. Katara smiles.

“Yay! Let me just change real quick.” She says as she walks to their room. Zuko grabs the remote control and turns on the television, opening Netflix. He scrolls through the app for a minute, looking for a movie to watch. Katara finishes changing into a tank top and shorts, and quietly walks up to Zuko, putting her hands on either side of his face and leans down to give him a peck on his nose. Zuko chuckles and Katara smiles as she heads to the kitchen, grabbing a soda can.

“What do you wanna watch?” Zuko asks Katara as she sits beside Zuko. She huddles close to him, and Zuko wraps an arm around her. She gives the can of soda to Zuko as she gets the ramen from the table, humming. She leans back on Zuko.

“I’m fine with anything. A comedy would be good.” She says as she takes a sip from the bowl. She closes her eyes. “You make the best ramen ever.” She says and Zuko chuckles, giving Katara a peck on her hair.

“My skills are unmatched.” He says and Katara giggles as she grabs some noodles with the chopsticks, and puts them in her mouth.

“This is so good. I don’t understand how or why, but I’m not complaining. Having a chef as a boyfriend really comes in handy.” Katara says, mouth full and Zuko laughs. Katara grabs some noodles again, this time giving them to Zuko.

“Say ‘ahh’.” She says, smiling. Zuko smiles and opens his mouth.

“Ahh.” He says and Katara giggles as she feeds Zuko the ramen. Zuko chews, humming.

“It’s good, right? I mean, anything that you make is good honestly.” Katara continues to praise Zuko, and he blushes.

“Always the flatterer.” Zuko says and Kat shakes her head, putting the bowl back on the table.

“Well, I’m only saying the truth.” She says as she grabs the soda can back from Zuko and opens it. She takes a sip and offers it to Zuko, who declines. She shrugs as she puts the can beside the bowl of ramen, yawning.

“Are you sleepy? We can go ahead and sleep if you want to.” Zuko says. “I know you’ve been busy at the hospital, so you deserve to rest.”

“You’re so sweet. And cute.” Katara says as she leans in for a kiss. Zuko smiles as he puts one hand on her cheek, gently caressing her. They pull away from the kiss, smiling.

“I try. Do you still want to watch a movie?” Zuko asks and Katara nods. Zuko picks a random movie, and Katara switches her position, laying her head on Zuko’s lap.

By the end of the movie, Katara was fast asleep on Zuko’s lap. Zuko chuckles as he turns off the television. He stands up slowly, gently carrying Katara bridal style to their room. She snuggles close to his chest, and Zuko smiles as he pecks Katara’s forehead. He lays her down slowly on their bed, and Zuko puts her blanket on top of her. He quickly puts away the ramen and soda in the living room and walks back to their room. He lies down, leaning onto Katara’s side of the bed to peck her on the cheek.

“Good night, Kat.” He whispers, as he lies down, back facing her. Zuko feels Katara move closer to him, her face snuggling his back.

“Good night, Zuko.” She mumbles, and Zuko smiles.

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chachkayes · 3 years

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The Perfect Christmas

IT’S DONE! With 5 minutes to spare on Christmas day, the Merhayes fic is finally done. I won’t ramble too much, but this is super fluffy and domestic, and I think I’m happy with the result, despite my lack of a festive mood today. I hope you all enjoy!

“Momma! Hayes! It’s time to wake up!” Ellis Shepherd yelled as she knocked furiously on the door to her mother’s bedroom. A few seconds later, her brother and sister came scampering up behind her and started pounding on the door along with her. It was 6:30am on Christmas day. Meredith had woken herself and her boyfriend up approximately 15 minutes before she expected her young children to come barging into the room, demanding that they open presents. “Right on time.” Meredith said with a laugh as she got up to open the door. This had become routine for her since Zola was old enough to understand that Christmas morning meant she was about to get spoiled rotten. Then, of course, Bailey joined her, and now Ellis was finally getting to the age where she understood the magic around Christmas.

Cormac Hayes hadn’t had to deal with children pestering him to open presents since his boys were much younger. He had been able to set boundaries and rules with them. Christmas hadn’t really felt the same since Abigail had passed away anyways, so their festivities hadn’t been incredibly spectacular in the past few years. That all changed when he fell in love with Meredith Grey. They’d been together for almost 4 years, but this was their first Christmas living together with their family under one roof. Previous Christmases were usually spent apart in the morning, then going over to one of their houses for dinner and gift exchanges in the evening.

Meredith opened the door to her room and the children bolted in, immediately jumping on the bed. She returned to her side of the bed and laid back down, just as Ellis flung herself onto her mom. Meredith laughed and hugged her youngest daughter. “Can we open presents now?!” Bailey said as he laid down dramatically at the end of the bed. “Austin and Liam aren’t up yet. We have to wait for them first.” Hayes reminded Bailey with a smile. “We also have to wait until after breakfast.” Meredith added on. Ellis had fully sprawled herself out over her mother’s body and was hugging her, and Meredith gladly kept her arms wrapped around her and snuggled with her baby girl. Zola sat herself up at the top of the bed, which was her usual spot. “What time are we making breakfast?” Bailey questioned. The two adults looked at each other and laughed as Bailey kept asking more and more questions. “Soon, buddy. Why don’t you and your sisters go play in your rooms for a little bit, while we get dressed, and then we’ll call you guys down to help us make breakfast when we start.” Meredith’s kids loved helping her and Hayes in the kitchen, so she knew that by offering to let them help, they’d listen and give her enough time to properly wake up.

As she suspected, the kids sat up eagerly, and after a chorus of eager okays from the three small children, they jumped off the bed and darted to their rooms. Meredith stretched and moved over into her boyfriend’s embrace. “I know I told them we’d get up, but I really do not want to move.” She said as Hayes wrapped his arm around her waist, and she nuzzled her head into his neck. “Well, it won’t hurt to stay here for a few more minutes.” He told her, kissing her forehead. So, for a few more minutes, they laid together in complete silence. They liked to take a few moments every morning and treat it as if it were their first time waking up next to each other. It’d only been something they’d started doing 7 months prior, when they first moved in together, but ever since then, neither of them could remember a period of time where they weren’t waking up beside each other, cuddling and kissing. “Merry Christmas, I love you.” Meredith whispered before closing the gap between their lips. “I love you too. Merry Christmas.” He whispered back as they pulled away. “I guess we should probably get up and get dressed now, shouldn’t we?” Meredith said, rolling over in their bed. Hayes caught her waist and rolled her back over, kissing her again on the lips and on her neck. “Okay, now we can get up.” He said with a laugh as he pulled away from Meredith and pushed himself out of bed. Meredith tried to glare at him with no avail, since she immediately broke out into a bright smile the moment he turned around and caught her gaze.

Finally, they’d both gotten up, and the younger children had met them eagerly downstairs. Breakfast that morning had consisted of Belgian waffles, bacon, sausages, strawberries and blueberries, as well as orange juice. All of which was made by either Hayes, Zola, or Liam, who’d be woken up by the sound of Bailey and Ellis scream giggling as they poked Meredith and ran away. After breakfast had been made, all the kids eagerly made their way into the living room and crowded around the Christmas tree, which had been stuffed with presents. Each kid had gotten 2 big gifts, and several other smaller gifts; Liam had received a brand-new Apple watch as a joint gift from his dad and Meredith, and a new gaming PC that was just from his dad. Austin had received a new skateboard, and the new gaming console he’d been hinting at Hayes to buy all throughout November and December. Zola received a new iPod, and a swinging rope hammock chair that she could hang in her room. Bailey got a new remote-controlled car that both Meredith and Hayes knew would find its way into every room in the house at some point in the next 2 days, along with a Nintendo switch that he could play Mario Kart on. Ellis had gotten new rose gold Beats headphones, along with a new guitar that came with promises for lessons.

After almost 40 minutes of going around and letting each kid individually unwrap all their presents, there were only 2 gifts left under the tree. Meredith and Hayes’ gifts for each other. Meredith passed the box over to her boyfriend and smiled as she watched him unwrap it. It was a new watch that he’d been eyeing for a few months, that had been engraved with “C, M, L, A, Z, B, E – to new beginnings,.” with a small heart on the bottom.

“There’s also a little A on the hand dial for Abby.” She pointed out. Hayes quickly wiped the tears forming in his eye as he looked over the engravings. “Oh, I love it so much. I love you, thank you.” He put it on his wrist, and then kissed his girlfriend in front of all of the kids, prompting ‘ew’s’ from everyone, which they laughed at and then kissed again. Hayes leaned over and grabbed the small box under the tree that was for Meredith and took a deep breath as she unwrapped it. She opened the lid of the box and her jaw dropped. She silently looked over at Hayes and then back at the box, eyes wide. Two tickets to Zurich, Switzerland.

“Oh my god.” Meredith said once she finally processed what she was looking at. “What is it mommy?” Zola asked. “Tickets to Switzerland.” She responded breathlessly. “Like it?” Hayes asked, with a slight laugh and his signature smirk. “Like it?! I don’t know if anything could have been more perfect. I love it.” She said, hugging him. “We leave in two weeks, and we’re there for 2 weeks afterwards. I figured while we’re there, we could take a couple of days to go to Paris, and then take a flight to Ireland. I want to introduce you to my family. They’ve been begging me for the past 2 years to take you.” He explained. Meredith was rendered speechless. “I can’t believe this.”

“Believe it. And don’t tell Yang, it’s a bit of a surprise. Also, even though it’s totally cheesy, we’ll likely be in Paris on our anniversary.” Meredith kissed him again. “You really know how to one up me on gifts, don’t you?” She asked sarcastically. “Mm, I have to be better than you at something.” He fired back through a laugh. “Thank you. I can’t wait, for everything.” Meredith meant what she said – she really didn’t know if she could wait another 2 weeks to travel and see her best friend, meet her boyfriend’s family, and spend their 4th anniversary in Paris (which, she agreed, was totally cheesy – but she didn’t care). She was also incredibly excited to get some alone time with Hayes. They’d definitely be making the most of that. “Merry Christmas” He said as he kissed her forehead and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “Merry Christmas, my love.” She said, resting her head on his shoulder.

The rest of the day was spent helping the kids set up all their new toys and technology, as well as get some things ready for dinner with Amelia, Link, a now 4 ½ year old Scout, and their 6-month-old daughter Charlotte, as well as Maggie, Winston, and their 5-week-old daughter Dianna. The whole day was filled with laughs and love, and they couldn’t have asked for anything more. This truly was the most perfect Christmas Meredith and Hayes could have dreamed of.

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alias-b · 4 years

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sins of my youth. 001

Billy Hargrove x OC! Evie Fenny~ Also posted to my AO3

Summary: It was common knowledge that Billy Hargrove hated Hawkins. Hated Cherry Lane. Even loathed the strange girl next door. Evie Fenny wasn’t too fond of the chaotic Cali transfer either. An awful high school tradition sparks a chain of events that changes everything, ultimately bringing two frayed souls together.

A/N: Hey!!! I'm definitely not giving up on LFTM, I've had this story whirling around my brain and it's been pulling at me for a while. Hoping I can slow down, care for myself, and juggle both fics at my own pace. Thank you guys for reading and for being so supportive. I hope everyone who enjoyed WTL also enjoys this fic, it's a totally different direction. I'm excited to share it! I'll tag warning in each chp like I always too. TW: Light bullying, hints at an inappropriate relationship between a teacher/student, and teenage jerks.

Chapter 1: Fast Times

A blaring bell trilled. Lunch time. So close and yet so far. Scrambling high schoolers like zoo animals clamored into the cafeteria. Knocking shoulders and bouncing around. No one really cared about knowledge today, the last day of school before winter break began.

1984. Coming to a close.

“Evie!” A hand rose to wave. One pink scrunchie around the elegant wrist. Heather Holloway. Cute as a button smiling there. Hands pulled headphones down to acknowledge her. Evangeline Fenny. Best friends since the sandbox and now seniors. “This stupid day is dragging.”

“It’s killing me.” Evie whined to herself, settling her beat up lunchbox on the table. Red and blue pattern, scribbled all over with song lyrics in black marker. “Mrs. Stockard fell asleep at her desk, I wanted to die.”

“She snores so loudly.” Heather sparkled when she laughed, sweeping her hair back into a high ponytail with her scrunchie. Evie held a mirror up for her to see out of habit. “Thanks.” It was particularly louder than usual. Teens pregaming the parties to come over the two week vacation.

“Going skiing with the folks this year?”

“No, they’re going up to the cabin and I’m staying home after Christmas.” Heather unpacked her lunch, carefully organizing it. Evie pulled a regular PB and J out, amused.

“Sushi?”

“My mom’s going through a phase.” Heather poured herself a bit of soy sauce and plucked up chopsticks.

“Your rich is showing, Heath.” Evie giggled when a foot kicked at her under the table.

“Trade you a piece for half the pear.”

“Deal.” They switched. Evie tucked some unruly dark curls aside, sitting back.

“So...there is a party tonight. Loch Nora. Bunch of schools.”

“Which ones?” Evie’s brow rose.

“Ridgemont will probably crash, but who cares. It’s winter break, we’ll go and have some fun then crash at my place. Eat chips, make fun of them, and pass out like we always do.” Heather bounced a little. “C’mon, Evie. I’ll pick you up and we can walk from my house.”

“I’ll think about it.” That meant yes to Heather. She grinned, reaching across to pat her friend’s arm playfully.

“It’ll be fun.”

Evie just whined and crunched on her pear, brows scrunching. Parties weren’t the same since the incident. But, she picked the popular, social butterfly for her closest friend.

The two couldn’t have been any more different.

Heather Holloway. Rich girl from Loch Nora befriending Evangeline Fenny, a Cherry Lane girl, in preschool. They switched beaded hair ties and the rest was history. Bonded over music and fashion. Heather was classically stunning as if she jumped off a magazine.

Students used to make snide comments. That Heather kept Evie around because she made her look prettier. Sweet Heather shut that down. Loudly. Whenever the subject came up. Evie Fenny was a bigger girl. Plush. Fat. It wasn’t a dirty word. She was a strange and pretty teen who carried herself too high to be bothered with comments.

Water off a duck’s back was the saying.

Used to be she hid herself under big sweaters, tunics, and flared jeans. But, that was before the incident. Afterward, she came to school with a new haircut. Louder makeup. Even louder, fitted clothing. Flaunted the hourglass and caught eyes on her hips swaying. Sat next to Heather at lunch as if nothing had changed. Red glossed lips only smiled and the student body took to her. Those who stayed angry burned alone.

Thick skin, no pun intended.

“If that asshole Tannen shows up, I’m dipping.” Evie decided with one breath.

“I’d say that I’ll protect you, but you made your point last year.”

Ah, the incident.

“I’m never going to live that down.”

“It was legendary.” Heather beamed, crushing her fist into her opposite palm. “Bam. Prick went down. My friend is Wonder Woman. Super Bitch.”

Evie broke to laugh, eyes rolling.

“Truthfully, I don’t recall it all.”

That was a lie, she remembered every second of it. Sometimes her knuckles warmed at the thought.

“I just...didn’t think you had moves like that. Your mom is basically Dolly Parton. You don’t even like violence. You squirm during horror flicks. You love your cat, your guitar, and all plant life...and you beat the hell out of Ridgemont’s golden boy asshole quarterback.”

It did earn Evie some Hawkins’ fame. Ridgemont was their main rival. The Bulldogs. Football players found a soft spot for the teen.

“Don’t tell my mom she’s Dolly Parton, that’ll go straight to her head.” Evie joked, popping her water bottle open to drink. Heather’s big eyes lifted behind her.

A flood of cologne wafted before two fingers tugged a curl. Little harder than they should have. Water choked to spill onto Evie’s chest.

“Whoops, you got all wet, Fenny.” A tongue clicked. Billy Hargrove slid around the table. All his glory. Heather plucked up a napkin to offer it.

“Watch it, Hargrove.” She huffed down at herself. The yellow tee tucked into her jeans was soaked through.

“Girls can’t help it around me, I guess.” He had one hand in his pockets and another cradling his silver lighter. Flicking it open and closed. Eyes narrowed. “Polka dots, huh. I had you figured for florals.”

“You’re an asshole.” She covered her damp shirt and bra with her striped cardigan. Thick fall colors warmed her skin. Noted the fact that he'd thought about it.

“Whatever you say, Ivy.”

Billy knew her name. They were neighbors. Unfortunately. Right down to sharing the same space between their bedroom windows. She’d had dinner at their house. Susan Hargrove was new and eager to make some friends and Ms. Fenny was eager to be friends with everyone. Perfect match.

Evie glared up at him. Fucking Adonis.

“Heather, you going tonight?” He ignored his neighbor and leaned over with one palm on the table, back to Evie as he sat down to flash that darling smile.

“Maybe.” Heather gestured with her chopsticks.

“I can work with maybe.” He acted like the girl behind him wasn’t there. Frankly, Evie was used to being invisible. It was better than being bullied. Most days. “Maybe I’ll see you there.”

“Maybe you apologize to my friend and say her name right.” Heather winked at him.

“Who?” Billy stood and turned, mocked some surprise. “Oh. Evangeline. So quiet, I forgot you, chica.”

She wasn’t sure if that was a jab at her mixed heritage or him just being a smartass. Billy rolled her name off his tongue like it was a joke. Like it wasn’t a real word. Blue eyes alight at her stony expression. Sly and alert.

The California transfer vibrated after leaving the basketball team before the season ended. Word was that he was persuaded to leave after some fight with Steve Harrington. Billy was a strange one too.

Often, he seemed lax when he was alone like the world didn’t matter. Other days, he was rocking and quick on his feet. Hungry and itching for something. Anything. It was a scary look on such a pretty boy. You could never gauge where his mind was. Where it would go next.

“Evangeline.” He sounded out again even slower. “Your mom lose a bet?”

“It’s a poem.” She replied flatly, sitting back to cock her head at him. Billy snapped his fingers to point.

“Sounds like the name of some chick whose man died in her arms.”

She huffed at him, leaning in.

“...That would be what the poem is about.”

“Fucking depressing.” Billy tapped his chin. “I got it. I’m going to call you, Angel. I won’t forget that.”

“You are not calling me-”

“Trying to compromise with you, Fenny. You cast the first stone.” Billy flicked his eyes to Heather. “Bring your friend with you to the party, Heather. Some guys like angel cake.” He winked and slunk off to his band of merry assholes. This school worshiped him. Kissed the ground he walked on since he started in fall.

“What a fucking slimeball.” Evie grumbled to herself, stuffing trash aside to ball it up. Thought about tossing it at Billy's big head. Heather gave this conflicted look as if to say, but he’s cute, right?

“Ignore him.”

“Bad enough his family moved in next to me.” They packed up their lunches. “God, I want a smoke so bad.”

She didn’t keep the habit up just to save her singing voice. Her mom picked up cigarettes only after the divorce last year. Smoked out her window and hid it, but Evie knew. No judgment there. Better than other habits moms pick up after divorces.

“I’ll pick you up at seven tonight?” Heather walked out with her after the bell rang.

“Yeah, I’ll see you in fifth.” Evie turned to go to her locker and stuffed the lunchbox away. Grabbed a book to hurry to class. History. Three more periods left. Students fidgeted around her.

“Hey, Evie.” Steve Harrington batted his eyes at her. Friendly enough these days after he left the popular cliche and broke up with Nancy Wheeler. Sometimes having your heart stopped on made you nicer. Not always. “You, ah, do the paper?”

“All six pages.” Evie set it on her desk. “You?”

“I made an attempt.” It was strange because Steve never gave her the time of day before this year. Maybe the guy was lonely. He tapped his pencil and the chatter quieted when their teacher walked in. Late as always.

“Class, pass your papers to the front.”

“Hopefully they don’t come back with red wine stains.” Robin mumbled behind her, one leg crossed up so she could draw on the rubber side of her sneakers. Evie caught a snort, taking the papers to pass them along. “I like the jacket.”

“Thanks. New haircut?”

“My own dad didn’t notice.” Robin beamed.

“Psst, Evie.” A note flicked on her desk. Tammy Thompson. Pretty girl, kind of shy. “To Steve.”

Evie considered herself a professional middle man for lovesick note passing. Discreetly, she gave it to Steve, head cocking. He furrowed his brow upon seeing it, but wrote back.

Whatever the reply, it made Tammy’s shoulders fall.

AP Biology was next. Teacher treated it like his kingdom and didn’t pose much of a challenge because he was disorganized as hell. Evie was relieved to share the class with Heather.

Billy, Tommy, and Carol also had it too. Hargrove bitched for a week about how the other science classes had no openings. Strange because he wasn’t an idiot. Still got his work in and maintained a B average. Probably due to his dad. Neil Hargrove seemed like a real hardass. And all of Cherry Lane had heard him and Billy arguing at some point.

Evie might have also witnessed some more physical spats through the windows.

She figured it was why Billy hated her. She knew something about him. Something he hid because it made him feel smaller. He caught her eyes once and barked nastily before taking off in his Camaro. A gust of smoke.

She never brought it up.

Dads could be real assholes.

“Watch the movie. Fill out the worksheet.” Their teacher was as ready for this day to be over as the students were. Lights went down. Yawns followed. Evie propped her elbow up on the high lab table she shared with Heather, doodling new lyrics between answering questions.

A crumpled paper hit her hair. Stuck into brown curls. Heather turned back to glare at Tommy shrugging with a sleazy grin.

He was no artist. Evie smoothed it for a wide, big lipped and breasted caricature of herself. She drew on it and scribbled a note back. Smiling sweeter when she flicked it at his chest. Carol and Billy leaned in on either side to see Tommy’s expression sour because Evie gave him nothing.

“You got my hair all wrong.” She’d written. Fixing it for him.

Billy snorted and turned back to defacing his textbook.

“Bitch.” Tommy muttered to himself, tossing it away. Evie finished her sheet, dug for her compact to reapply a lip color. Caught Billy behind her. Intent on whatever vulgar drawing his mind was concocting. Blue eyes flicked like he’d been aware of her this entire time.

The mirror snapped shut.

** ** **

Study hall. Last period of the day. Most kids who had it were skipping out early during the hour. Slipping away one by one through the library. Evie was one of those kids.

“Leaving so soon, Miss Fenny?” The smooth as silk voice lowered, startled her enough to drop her notebooks and folders.

“Fr...Mr. Bowers.” Evie dropped before her English teacher standing so close to her. Second period. Been in Hawkins three years teaching the junior and senior classes. Fredrick Bowers. Dream of a man to all the teen girls. “Sorry.” She bit her bottom lip, eyes lifting to see him and his shadow blocking the light from touching her.

“No, I’m sorry, Evie. I figured you’d heard me coming.” Sky blue eyes centered on Evie there before he came to one knee. Helped her gather lose papers strewn about.

Mr. Bowers had a name and face all the teen girls drew little hearts around in pink gel pen.

Evie thought she saw those same cartoon hearts bubbling up behind his back. Popping like gum. Styled toffee blond locks, trimmed mustache, and groomed side burns. A simple patterned shirt tucked into fitted slacks with the sleeves rolled up. Never a tie. Something groovy about him that stuck from the seventies. Mid thirties and hell of a smile.

Evie tucked hair aside, displayed her blush in full view obscenely when he flashed those sparkly whites at her. Eyes crinkling.

“I’ll warn you next time.”

Her heart plucked like a song when their fingers brushed. Dashing and broad. A Jane Austen character come to life. Enough to make any young girl melt. And how quickly she did.

“Next time.” Evie gave this scoff. Pulling her notes close as they both came to their feet with hard intent eyes.

"I wanted to give you something. A book to read over the break." He pulled it from his leather messenger bag and peered around.

"An assignment?" Evie sparkled at him so he was lighter.

"No, it's just because I believe you're so clever and mature. I think you'll read it with an open mind and we can talk about it like we talked about all the others. It's complicated material. I, ah, really shouldn't be giving you this book." He offered it. "But, there were quite a few I wasn't allowed to give you. After that chat we had over The Crucible. I'm just so fascinated by what you think."

"Lolita. I know what happens in this one." Evie peered at the battered title. Rough paper between her fingers, it was clearly an old copy. She peered at his chest instead of his eyes. "We-"

"Don't you miss talking? You know. Last year. Someone who knows what you're going through. I want all my students to be comfortable around me."

"I am comfortable, we..." Evie glanced as someone passed far down the hallway.

Bowers helped her after her dad left. A shoulder. A confidant. A crush that... She felt her heart close in on itself.

"I thought you said we couldn't anymore."

"I miss you." He whispered that. Lush and blunt. She barely heard it. Eyes snapped up.

Someone missed her. Someone wanted to listen. Someone who saw her depth.

His wife left him before he came to Hawkins. Evie learned a great deal about her too.

"I won't tell, I never do." She hid it away into her bag, matched his tone. "We can...talk. Not here."

"Good." He swallowed. "I just think you blossom under guidance and support. I always knew you were one of those girls."

Evie blushed again. Eyes on her shoes.

“I wanted to say I was impressed with your paper as well. As always.” Fredrick gave her arm a pat and left his hand there. Fingers pressed into the knit fabric of her cardigan. His lip twitched.

“Good. That’s…I’m glad.” Evie’s eyes flickered over stormy blue ones, swaying. Lashes gave a dreamy bat. “I was thinking, ah, about you when I wrote it.”

“Really, you should speak up in class more.” Fredrick gave her one subtle squeeze and dropped his hand. “All those funny poems you shared last year.”

“My songs.” Evie corrected softer and he only smiled to nod.

“Right.” An idle step backwards before he leaned over her. A great deal taller. The shadow crept over her eyes this time. “You have a Merry Christmas, dear. And speak up again in class, Evie. You know I love to hear from you.”

A sensation like a fizzling sparkler glowed in her belly. Out her spine. Spread over skin.

“I know.” She giggled at him, peering around. “Merry Christmas, Mr. B. We'll talk.”

“Small town, I’m sure I’ll see you out and about.” A wink and he was gliding off. Shoulders back and chest perched high.

“You might.” Evie swooned against her locker. Watched him go. Gasped a breath into her lungs. Swept all the clouds aside to fill her backpack with work. He made her feel so special, like no one ever could.

“Anyone...” She sang to herself, “who knows what love is...” Fingers plucked up a final book. Evie hummed and thought of small cartoon blue birds spinning around her head as she went into the restroom. Washed her hands and lingered to see her reflection.

Evie was in a strange place. In and out of her skin. Torn between love and hate for her body.

Usually, it just took a brave face. Her dad always used to tilt her chin and tell her to put on her bravest face before leaving home.

She hoped the one she chose was convincing.

Her mom would always spin her favorite Bible or Dolly Parton quotes. Which helped on occasion even if she wasn’t sure which source the words came from half the time.

A sigh. This was her flesh. She’d live in it as best she could. Dreamed herself into something better.

Footsteps hurried down the hallway until the door shoved open. Humming cut.

“Hargrove!” She gasped, dropping her messenger bag. “Billy, you can’t be in here!”

“God damn it, Fenny. You again?” Billy skidded to hush her. Pressed them back into the wall. The heat of his body engulfed her frame, standing a good few inches taller. “Do me a fucking solid. Hide this for me.”

Billy had no sense of boundaries because he was stuffing a baggie into her front jean pocket.

“What are you doing?” She seethed at him, smacking his arms off her to put some distance. “Get off me!”

“Don’t say a word. Got it?” Billy lifted a finger with an intent look. Smelled of leather and his heavy cologne. Hairspray too. It all overshadowed the cigarette scent. He smoothed his tee out and turned to see the door. Scrambling like a spider, Billy jumped up on the toilet, threw his messenger bag outside, and pulled himself up. Wiggled his way out.

Evie heard a thud and groan.

“What the fuck?” She whispered, more so to herself as he disappeared. Hands pulled what was clearly concealed weed bundled up several times and bagged from her pocket. “Shit.” More footsteps before the door burst as she shoved it away.

“You see that Hard-grove kid?” A thick accent asked. Security guy. Useless.

“Uh!” Evie pulled her bag up. “Who?...This is the ladies room! Can’t a girl have a moment here?”

“Sorry!” He cringed away before she jumped into mushy period talk. It always worked.

Evie rolled her eyes and marched out to find Billy. Casual as can be, he tossed his bag into the trunk of his car and stilled to light a cigarette. Grumbling, steps hurried up the hill.

“Asshole!” She tossed the weed at his chest, made him catch it awkwardly and stuff it into the trunk with a hiss.

“Keep a lid on it, will you?” He slammed it shut. No one was around to see them.

“Don’t do that shit again.” She pushed into him to go, Billy’s big hand wrapped around her wrist. Tugged her square into his chest. An unkind grin swept.

“I had you figured, didn’t I? You didn’t say anything.” Billy blew smoke into the air, plucked the cigarette out to flick it with his free hand.

“Let go.” Evie huffed. “I would have been in deep shit too for that.” She wiggled and pushed at his chest.

Billy flicked his bright eyes over hers. So brown they looked black in winter. He never noticed that she had a dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks like he did. Pale for a girl with darker features. Indiana falls and winters must have taken the color right out of her. Looked like a lot of the mixed gals he knew back home.

Big curls. Soft and curvy.

Angry at him over something he did.

There's no place like home, he figured.

“You’re so weak.” Billy laughed at her. Took another drag. “They told me you freaked out on a guy last year.”

“You want to be next?” She twisted away from him and turned. It wasn’t a real threat. He’s seen her tend to plants like they were humans. Feed neighborhood cats and nurse her own. Old black cat with not long left. Little fucker was always creeping him out from her bedroom window. Constantly staring with huge green eyes like it knew something Billy didn’t.

“Babysit your own weed.”

“You walking home?” Billy was relentless, voice lifting.

Evie huffed and turned.

“What, are you going to say I probably need the exercise? My bike chain broke.”

“Christ, I was gonna offer a ride. Figured I owed you for saving my damn weed and my break. Not like it's out of the way.” Billy turned to open the passenger door. “Quit being a drag and get in. I don’t bite hard...unless asked.”

“You’re such a creep.” She eyed him there. Wondered how he stayed warm in a tee, jeans, and leather jacket. “Not waiting for Max?” He gave this annoyed look.

“She’s going out with her stupid friends, not my problem today.” Billy got in, gesturing. “At least close the door if you’re not coming. I went through the effort to open it for you.”

“What a gentleman.” Sarcasm.

Evie came back toward his car and debated it. Smelled like it might rain with the sky turning grey. And she really didn’t want to walk in these shoes. Rationalizing it, she slipped inside and shut the door. Settled her bag in her lap. Even buckled up. Billy revved the engine and skidded to speed out without a second glance.

“You going to the party with Heather?”

Evie peered at him watching the road with this hard look on his face. Ghosted a smile. Bingo.

“You’re being nice to me to get to Heather, huh. You know you’re not the first guy to pull this. Could have just asked me about her.”

Crystalline eyes flared up at her face.

“What? Dorky chicks like you turn me on, too.” He replied rougher, not bothering to watch the road.

“Wow. Spread it on thick, Hargrove.” She turned from him.

“I always do.” He hit a hard corner. Christ, he drives fast. “I got a shot?”

“She thinks you’re cute.” Evie shrugged. Far too used to this. Eyes slid to his profile. Wild curls still golden on grey days. The boy glowed. It was absolutely insufferable. Leaves whirled by, brown and dead. A smile crossed her face. “Listen. Since you’re saving me a walk. I’ll help you.”

“Help me? I don’t need your help, I just wondered if she was gonna show.” He scoffed, turning on Cherry Lane.

“You want to know what Heather likes. It’ll help you.” She crossed her arms, nearly flying forward when he screeched to a stop in front of his house. Billy shot her a look, filled with pride. “You got a pen and paper, bud?”

He snatched her bag, tore a page from her notebook and dug into his glove box for a pen.

Ass. She hugged it back to her chest.

"Talk."

“Okay.” A breath. “The thing about Heather is she’s a romantic. Jane Austin girl. Pride and Prejudice. If you can quote that just once like Mr. Darcy, she’s yours... Well? Are you writing?”

Billy did a double take and huffed, grumbling. He actually marked it down.

“Mr. Who?”

“Your life amazes me.” She chuckled. “Darcy.”

“Got it. Darcy. I’ll ask Susan about that shit, she’s a reader.” He muttered, tongue sweeping out before he scribbled.

“And she loves museums. First date ideas. Milkshakes. Cheese fries with jalapenos. Cheeseburger gal. Chinese from that corner joint. Always spicy. Easy picks.”

“A girl after my own burning heart.” Billy felt her peer at him again. Lips lifting with this expression he couldn’t read. Blinked her big eyes and went on.

“Definitely loves to snuggle in with something scary even though they freak her out. Must be a curiosity thing.”

“Any excuse to get close to someone, I like it. This is gold, Angel, go on.”

“You know, I think that’s all I got for you.” Evie turned to get out, sighing. That was just a little evil. “Billy.”

“What?” He shut his door and turned from her.

“Thanks for the ride.” She moved to go toward her house. “Knock ‘em dead.”

Billy didn’t reply. Just watched her go into her house before he dug for another smoke.

“Mom?” Evie called. “I’m home.”

“I’m in my room, sweetheart!”

Ramona Fenny was a spirited woman, went by Mona to the neighborhood. A girl of the 60s. Built like Dolly Parton with a pumped hairstyle to match in sleek dark brown, almost black. She worshiped the woman. Looked like she could have modeled atop a cake.

A church going girl who used prayer to get her through the divorce. Never pushed it on others, not even Evie. Too busy pushing other things. Like the free days she lost having her daughter young. She liked what worked in life and this worked for her. Liked the pretty side to things.

Mona was a sunny side up sort of mother.

Best friends with Claudia Henderson as they both went through divorces which was not in God’s plan. Evie liked Dustin, she babysat him on occasion and he was a good kid. Bullied like her.

Mona owned the favored hair salon in town. Worked long hours with a team of women and ran a tight ship. Did hair for all the social elites so she knew everyone and all the hot gossip. And did she love that detail the most. Evie helped out with reception during vacation time. Liked the extra cash.

“I was going to go to Heather’s later, there’s a party.”

“Oh, have fun, baby.” She pushed her kid to go out. To live. To be smart. Never asked her to call. Not out of trust for Evie, she couldn’t be bothered. Never imagined her daughter would be up to mischief.

If only she knew.

Sometimes, Mona keyed in when it suited her. Understood when Evie’s likes and dislikes changed. When she asked to not go to church anymore because it didn’t help her after her dad walked out. Ramona was understanding as long as you didn’t bring up things like depression and anger. There always had to be a way out. Turn the other cheek.

Evie knew her mother always thought the best.

“Great.” Evie crossed to steal the hair brush, helped her mother out with the teasing. Dyed rich and dark locks that used to be a mousy brown. Dark eyes like her daughter. Evie didn’t look like her father with his brighter features. Her lush hair and russet eyes. Thick brows. “You going out? All dressed up...”

“Just into town, couple of errands.”

That was something that changed a week after her dad moved out. Mona’s style revamp. She was a woman of the sixties and seventies and that came back full force. Styled and pumped up like she was walking out of a Nancy Sinatra music video. Men around town noticed it and the woman certainly speculated.

But, her daughter had a style change too after the incident so it must have run in the family.

“Better?” Evie eyed the glittery rings sitting in a ceramic dish. They looked like gumballs there.

“Touch of hairspray and I’ll be right as rain.” Pink manicured nails came up with the can. “Take cover, baby.”

“Got it.” Evie disappeared in a waft of spray. Stole an ice cube from the freezer to crunch it out of this habit she picked up when dad was gone. Cool and melty between her fingers before she swallowed it down. Felt the bulge tense all down her throat. Another followed. Teeth straining to crack it like glass. The chunks went down a little less smooth as she looked for real food and shut the fridge instead.

Evie went into the bedroom to see her old cat on the pillow. His head lifted. Skinny and balding. Blind in one eye.

“How’re we doing, my handsome boy?” Evie dropped her bag and crossed to pet him. Purrs erupted, whiskers twitching. “Bourbon, my darling.”

A scratch of a meow rasped.

“Yes, I love you too. I’d kiss you if my lips weren’t done up.” She smacked her lips and stood. “Outfit.” Clothing pushed around. Her room was a small, intimate space. Few pictures and purple curtains. Desks covered in song lyrics, trinkets, and needle felting projects.

Evie held up garments to the cat, but he was no help. Just purred there like a motor boat. Settled on a black top with some sparkle and a magenta wash denim jacket. Jewelry was a must, she preferred earrings that were huge acrylic hearts. Bourbon had gotten into the window to watch the window across the way.

Billy wandering shirtless and damp. Muscles red and bulging like he’d done a quick work out

“Yeah, not today, my sweet.” Evie plucked the cat from the window and reached to close the blinds. Billy caught her. Winked and licked his lips slower. She made a face at him. Utterly loathing and not impressed at his peacock way of navigation. “Ew."

The blinds snapped down, leaving Billy to laugh there. Evie carried her purring cat out, chiding.

"Don’t make his head any bigger than it already is.”

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el-pintor · 4 years

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Thoughts about the Christmas special

This will be a long, long, long post...

First, I write about ZhanYi and then about Tianshan.

ZhanYi:

Jian Yi's comment about his strength:

— Jian Yi mentions that he is so strong that he could pull trees out. This is pretty interesting information. Because this could indicate the time during the kidnapping, depending on how seriously you can interpret the statements. Did he continue to train or drill? Is it the result of training with He Cheng?

- In addition, this drunk talking could also refer to earlier chapters. Jian Yi has a desire to become stronger because he felt helpless against Mo. Incidentally, it is the first appearance of Mo.

The apartment:

— Whose apartment is this? Probably Zhen Xis, since Jian Yi is only at Xi's apartment in the future chapters. In contrast to earlier insights, the apartment is also pretty tidy.

– However, the interior differs massively from the previous chapters. I don't expect Zhen Xi and Jian Yi to be living together at this point. Old Xian just may not have used the previous references.

— So the connection between the two seems to be as strong as ever since Xi possibly brings him home to his flat instead to Jian Yi's.

- And another proof of how much Xi's character has changed. Because in the beginning, he didn't want anything more than kicking out Yi as soon as he showed up.

- He also apparently abandoned the violent nature. Instead of beating him up, he sits down on the couch with him in an embrace and falls asleep. He doesn't even take off his jacket, but lets Jian Yi willingly hug him.

- Somehow cute. Nevertheless, I hope that he will soon no longer keep Jian Yi friendzoned and return his feelings.

- Just as home furnishings have changed, Zheng Xi's character has changed.

— But maybe that's Jian Yi's apartment after all. No one knows about his living condition.

- Does he live alone? Or with his mother? Maybe he's back in He Cheng's care? Does Zheng Xi even know Jian Yi's address?

I hope we can find out more soon.

Tianshan

I think there are a lot of inconsistencies and you don't really get their behavior.

First of all a few trivial comments.

Rings:

- He Tian wears the ring he took himself as a gift. Coincidentally, it also fits like a glove. Either it would be too big for Mo anyway, or you can adjust the ring.

- In the first panel, it seems that Mo is also wearing a ring.

He Tian flirting:

- He Tian goes straight to the attack and leaves no unnecessary time and doubts about his intentions: After flirting, he just takes off his jacket and throws himself and Mo on the bed.

- He is hopelessly in love and love everything about Mo.

- That Mo has a newfound interest on studying turns he even more on.

- I think despite the fact that the room is too small for him, he will develop a secret preference for the bed. Because it's narrow and there is no place to escape and to keep a certain distance. So perfectly made for cuddling and sticking close together.

The apartment, Room, whatever you can call it:

- I immediately noticed the rule with books (if they were books).

- The guitar on his bed plus other books.

- At first I thought that the "apartment" consists of only one room, but the kitchen and at least the bathroom are missing.

- it's quite empty and reminds of He Tian's empty apartment.

- Still, it's pretty run down and seems so cold. I hope Mo doesn't freeze.

Living condition:

- The question, of course, would be why Mo lives under this condition, although he would have it better in his mother's old apartment.

- Did he want to become independent as quickly as possible and therefore moved out so as not to further burden his mother?

- However, I hardly think that his mother would have been satisfied with the condition of the apartment, because the condition is worrying. I don't think he invites his mother over to his house.

-I don't know if that is standard in China when you don't have money. In addition, 19 is still quite young. Many people still live with their parents at this age.

- Did something happen to the mother? Hopefully not.

But maybe Mo is just rebellious and proud that he could afford something of his own.

Indications of Mos' current activity.

- As I said, I immediately noticed the rule with books (if they were books). Which of course is totally untypical for Mo, since he was never interested in books and learning.

- Are these cook and music books?

- Can someone tell me what's written on this book?

- The book in He Tian's hand has an unusual book form. So I suspect that this is a music book with notes or tabs. It seems to be at least a book for studying.

- So does Mo study anything with music and do his part-time jobs to finance it?

- Does he study anything else?

- Does he go to university at all?

- Or does he really earn his money only with part-time jobs? Obviously he won't make much money with it, so they could only be an interim solution if Mo didn't want to keep this lifestyle for life.

- For the university in China you need a lot of money, which you couldn't pay on your own. But there is the possibility of scholarships (I just assume that there is also something like that in China). Maybe he got a music scholarship?

- Mo doesn't seem to have many things. Of course, the books and the guitar are striking.

The guitar

- At first glance, the guitar is reminiscent of He Tian's guitar, which he would like to give to Mo.

- If you take a closer look, they are identical in shape and color, but they are two completely different guitars.

- He Tian's guitar is an acoustic (or concert) guitar and Mo's is an electric guitar.

- Could it be a little mistake from Old Xian?

- Perhaps this is also a later gift from He Tian after Mo learned to play guitar with the acoustic guitar and get advanced. A lot of people start with an acoustic guitar before playing electric guitar.

- Maybe the guitar is from the same serial production.

- Maybe He Tian owns the acoustic guitar and buys an electric guitar for Mo from the same series after Mo's interest for learning guitar has been completely awakened.

- By the way, you need a guitar amplifier for full fun with an electric guitar. I didn't see it in his room.

- Unless this could be an amp. Does anyone know what this thing could be? For me this could be organizers.

- It's s also extremely inconvenient in an apartment to turn it up fully. (Do more people actually live there? The apartment looks more like an old rehearsal room or a garage. My rehearsal room looked something like this, that's why the associations).

- You can also play the electric guitar on headphones, but that's pretty impractical because of the sound (it differs, if you use headphones ir not) and you still need an amp.

- By the way, music it's a costly pleasure. So, it is all the more interesting what exactly Mo does and how he finances everything.

- But I think those are little things that Old Xian probably doesn't think about (something that you easily can forget) .

- I wonder if Mo is in a band. Maybe with Zhen Xi together.

So now to the most complicated point:

Hey Tian, his disappearance and the relationship with Mo.

- One learns that He Tian was not in China for a while.

Many questions arise from this:

- When was he gone?

- How long was he gone?

- Has he been away for a long period of time or is it a coming and going? A lot of it is pretty unclear, so you could guess both.

- The fact that He Tian was away for a long time speaks for the fact that he has never been to Mo's apartment. Has Mo just recently moved there?

- What is also new for him is that Mo reads books or even studies. You should actually know that if you were in regular contact. So is this a recent Mo hobby? That is rather unlikely. So how much did they really have to do with each other in the 4 years?

— However, there are some arguments against staying longer:

- He Tian knows where Mo works. If He Tian had been away for years, how would he know where Mo works? From Jian Yi or Zahn Xi? Maybe from Mo himself? Mo would most likely not give it away. So He Tian should at least stop by for visits.

- The second thing that speaks against it, is that Mo knows where He Tian lives. He Tian probably didn't change his apartment, but could have been if you weren't in the country for a long period of time. At least that doesn't indicate radio silence.

The relationship with Mo:

- After the chapters and all the hints, it was thought that the penny had finally fallen between the two, but no.

- Their relationship to each other has not really changed.

- Mo is still dismissive to He Tian.

There are several reasons about this matter:

— 1. Mo feels hurt and probably betrayed too.

- He Tian asked Mo in middle school not to abandom him. Now HE was the one who left and left Mo behind. Depending on the point in time at which this occurred, it is logical to first react in a negative manner.

— Nevertheless, He Tian seems to be a part of Mo's life, which he does not really want to give up and maybe also gives evidence that he might misses him.

The following aspect indicate

- He lit a cigarette, reminiscent of He Tian.

- He is still wearing his earrings.

- In addition, the design of his electric guitar is similar to He Tian's.

— 2. Mo couldn't build a closer bond with He Tian because He Tian left the country right after middle school.

- How can you build a relationship if you hardly see or not see each other?

- Mo has problems with trust. So I can imagine, that this could be extremely bitter for him and he is angry. Especially if he had open up to He Tian and then his gone.

— 3. Mo is just too stubborn to admit his feelings and get involved with He Tian and is a tsundere, so he have to act this way.

- Definition of a tsundere: "A tsundere is a character, most often female and in anime, who switches from being tough and cold towards a love interest into being soft and sweet"

- Well, I'm not so keen on these whole tsundere explanations. Of course his character is like a tsundere but it would be to simple to explain his character so one sided.

- Even tsundere characters can make progress and that's what I missing. The reationship between those two is going back and forth mostly two steps back and one forth. It's like they are stuck in this, just like ZhanYi are stuck in their relationship. But in this matter you know that Jian was gone for three years. Still I hoped Zhan Xi would finally admit his feelings, but he rather go with the safety zone. The case of Tianshan is way more complicated: You don't know what happened between them in these years. But He Tian seems to be in love more than ever and Mo seems to that he still hasn't figured out his feelings and doesn’t give the attention that He Tian wants. Mo is 18 or 19, not 15 anymore and I wish he would act more mature. But on the other hand, He Tian is really pushy again and is testing his limits. It's understandable that Mo acts irritated.

- So I think they are still don't there where you can call this a mutual relationship.

- They will eventually in the future, but this will take a lot more time obviously and they have a long road ahead.

Of course there is progress:

- Mo seems to have grown used to He Tian's approach.

- He is less aggressive, can even be touched, and he doesn't immediately panic. In the other special he even voluntarily shares a room with He Tian.

- On the other hand, He Tian seems to have become more courageous, so you thought, they really started out with a physical relationship.

- He gives away condoms, hugs him profusely, and tries to get to his butt (other special).

- Maybe they really did have an on-off thing.

- Old Xian indicated that He Tian was allowed to stay the night. So Mo doesn't throw him out. The only question is whether he is allowed to sleep in bed or whether the floor has to suffice.

- So yeah, for me this is really confusing.

Other abnormalities:

- Where's the dog?

- Did Xi stays true to the music? So far there has not been a hint of a musical instrument at his flat.

- What about Yi? Does he continue to play the guitar?

- And He Tian?

- When and why did Mo get his second piercing?

- He Tian doesn't seem to wear the chain with ring. Maybe he get it later?

#19 days #oldxian #zhan zheng xi #Jian Yi #mo guan shan #he tian #tianshan #zhanyi #Analysis #I should rather deal with university #19days

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thehelleniclunarwitch · 5 years

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Obsession (Billy Hargrove)

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Prompts: “They’re coming! Kiss me!” & “You’re mine to own, do you understand?”

Requested by: @fandomfaery

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Billy Hargrove scared the absolute shit out of her. He transferred in as the new kid at the start of the school year last year. He was quick to try and dethrone, your best friend, Steve Harrington, as the king of the school. Billy also intrigued her. He was completely different from anybody else at the school.

Steve and Billy were a year ahead of you. So you were grateful to spend your senior year not being tormented by Billy, but you missed Steve. Throughout the school year, it had become your thing where Steve would pick you up and the two of you would do whatever the two of you got up to.

When summer finally came, Steve tried getting you to take a job at Scoops Ahoy, but you had always been a lifeguard. On the first day of your shift, you wished you had taken Steve up on his offer when you saw that not only was Billy working as a lifeguard but the two of you were paired up on the schedule together.

“Hey, you got it easy,” Heather said.

You looked up at her as you finished applying your sunscreen.

“What do you mean?” You asked her.

“Billy stays to himself. I worked with him last summer. The old ladies fawn over him and he’s a bit of an ass, but he comes in does his duties and leaves. He never flakes out or makes you do all the work,” Heather explained.

“Oh,” You said pushing your sunglasses up into your hair.

Heather continued to go on and on about Billy. You stared at her with wide eyes. You could tell that she was definitely crushing on him.

“I mean if he’s that good of a partner we could switch,” You offered.

Heather beamed at the thought of your idea.

You jumped when an arm fell around your shoulders. You looked up to see Billy standing there with a huge grin on his face.

“Now, why would I allow that to happen? I’ve always wanted to get to know Harrington’s prized possession,” Billy teased.

Heather giggled. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not his prized possession,” You scoffed pushing his arm off you.

Sensing an argument about to happen, Heather wished you luck and jogged off to meet up with the others before CPR training. Billy stared down at you with his piercing blue eyes.

“I know I’m an ass, but I’ve always been kind to you,” Billy said.

This time it was you who laughed. “Right, teasing me all through my junior year and beating up my best friend is a great way to show how nice you are,”

“Hey, Harrington deserved everything he got,” Billy pointed out.

“Right,” You said as you rolled your eyes.

As you turned away from him to go and join the others for training, Billy grabbed a hold of your arm. You turned back to look at him.

“I think I deserve a chance,” Billy said.

You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“Chance for what?” You asked him.

“To get to know you. Take you out on a date,” Billy said.

Your mouth fell open.

“Wait, what? I thought you hated me,” You said in utter confusion.

Billy’s eyes hardened. “Why would you think that?”

“Billy,” You said softly. “You teased me, taunted me, called me names, and told everyone the only reason why Steve was friends with me because he had hoped to get in my pants,”

“I was saying those things to get a rise out of Harrington,” Billy told you.

“Yeah, well those words hurt me, Billy. I became fearful of you,” You said honestly.

Billy let go of you in shock.

“You’re scared of me?” Billy asked.

“Hey, you two! Come on training is starting soon!” Heather shouted.

“You’ve given me plenty of reasons to be scared of you,” You said before finally walking away from him and joining Heather.

All through CPR training, you could feel Billy’s eyes on you. You did your best to ignore him. You stuck by Heather. She talked enough for the both of you. Tomorrow was the first day of the season. You were on the closing shift with Billy.

At the end of the day, you were walking out of the women’s locker by yourself. Heather, Kate, and Zoe had already dressed and went to hang out with Adam. You were searching through your bag for your Walkman and headphones when you slammed into something hard.

“Oof, sorry,” You mumbled as you looked up to see Billy smirking down at you.

“I was wondering when you’d be coming out of there,” Billy said.

You stood frozen in your spot.

“What do you want from me, Billy?” You asked.

“That right there is a loaded question, but for now I’d like to finish our conversation from earlier,” Billy said.

“There’s nothing else to talk about,” You replied.

“Sure there is. I’d really like to know why you won’t even give me a chance?” Billy asked you.

“I, uh,” You stumbled over the right words.

“Is it because of Harrington?” Billy asked.

“What?” You said.

“Are you Harrington a thing?” Billy asked.

“No! God, I’m sick of people thinking that. You know a boy and a girl can be best friends without there being any romantic feelings,” You snapped.

“Okay, fine, if it’s not because of Harrington then why not?” Billy asked again.

You stood there unsure of what to even say.

“They’re coming! Kiss me!” Billy suddenly shouted.

“Wait, what?” You said in confusion.

“You idiot,” Billy hissed as he slid his arms around your waist and pulled you in close.

You didn’t even have the chance to fight him off or to yell at him. His lips connected with yours. Both of you closed your eyes, you felt yourself sinking into his touch. As you eased up, Billy pulled you in closer and you had no choice but to wrap your own arms around you.

There was giggling and then everything around you went quiet.

“Oh, he was serious,” Zoe said.

“Heather said she wanted to switch shifts,” Katie said.

“Maybe she wanted to keep their relationship private,” Zoe said.

Katie sighed. “I guess we’ll have to tell Heather,”

“Come on before he catches us staring,” Zoe said pulling her friend away.

When Katie and Zoe had disappeared around the side of the building you finally pushed yourself away from Billy. You stood in front of him with wide eyes. Billy stood there heaving as he tried catching his breath.

“What was that!” You exclaimed.

“Just me securing my chance with you,” Billy smirked.

“You piece of-” Your insult was cut off at the sound of Steve honking his horn.

“Harrington is here for you,” Billy grinned.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Eat shit,”

You scooped up your bag that had fallen to the floor and quickly dashed away from Billy. Billy watched you run through the parking lot to where Steve sat parked. He had one of his sister’s annoying friends in the back seat. Billy clenched his fist as he watched you jump into Steve’s arm with a big hug. You ruffled Dustin’s hair before running around to the passenger side.

Billy knew you like the back of his hand. Steve would drive you home where you’d shower and change then three of you would be off to Starcourt Mall and that’s where Billy planned on making you finally realize who you belonged to.

Across town at your place, Steve sat on your bed flipping through some of your comic books while you sat at your vanity brushing your hair. Dustin was admiring vinyl record collection.

“I saw you with Hargrove. Everything okay?” Steve asked.

Your hands were busy braiding your hair as you turned to look at your best friend.

“He wants to take me out on a date,” You answered softly.

The room went dead silent.

“And he also kissed me,” You admitted.

Steve finally sat up. “He’s dead,”

“Steve,” You and Dustin said in a warning tone together.

Steve jumped off the bed, began pacing and ranting. Dustin and you sat there stunned watching him go ballistic over what you had told him.

“Steve,” You said once more.

Your best friend stopped pacing and looked over at you.

“If I didn’t want Billy to kiss me,”

Steve cut you off. “Don’t. Don’t you dare finish that sentence,”

“Come on Steve,” You began.

“Dustin, let’s go downstairs so Y/n can finish getting ready,” Steve said.

You opened your mouth to argue, but Steve and Dustin slipped from your room shutting your door. Sighing, you flopped down on your bed. Billy Hargrove scared the shit out of you. He intrigued you. And you hated to admit that that kiss made you feel butterflies and sent shivers down your spine.

You couldn’t deny that there was something there. That Billy made you feel something. You shouldn’t even have to have Steve’s permission to go on a date with Billy. He was your friend, but he was your best friend and you wanted him to approve. You would just have to work on Steve you of all people could get him to change his mind.

Slipping on a pair of teal leggings you grabbed your long gray sweater and pulled it over your head. You snagged the neon pink belt that Nancy had gotten you for Christmas and wrapped it around your waist. You added a matching pink bow headband to your hair before pulling on your white converse.

Grabbing your bag, you headed down the stairs to meet up with the boys. Steve said nothing to you, but Dustin broke out into a conversation. You were thankful that you wouldn’t have to sit in a silent car all the way to the mall.

At the mall, Dustin made a beeline for Scoops Ahoy to check in with Robin. You grabbed Steve’s arm. He turned back to look at you.

“You’re not mad at me because you're in love with me, are you? I can’t handle a love confession from you,” You asked.

Steve couldn’t help but start laughing. A smile cracked on your face at the sound of his laughter.

“No, I promise no love confession from me,” Steve said.

“Good. I know that you have your issues with Billy. And maybe nothing will come from this date, but I kind of want to say yes to him,” You explained to him.

“Billy is such an asshole,” Steve complained.

“Hey, you had the title of an asshole for a while, you know,” You reminded him.

Steve chuckled.

“I don’t need your permission to agree to this date, but it would make me feel better knowing that you approved,” You said.

Steve sighed.

You squeezed his hand trying to reassure him.

“Fine, but if he pulls anything then I get to kick his ass,” Steve said.

“Harrington, hell would have to freeze over for you to be able to kick my ass,” Billy said from behind them.

The two of you looked over to where Billy stood.

“Hargrove,” Steve snarled.

“Go,” You whispered.

“Y/n,” Steve began.

You gave him a look and he threw one last nasty look to Billy before heading towards Scoops Ahoy.

“I knew you’d come around,” Billy said.

“Or I knew you wouldn’t take no for an answer and figured just to get this done and over with,” You told him.

“Ouch. That hurt,” Billy said.

“Am I wrong?” You asked him.

“I think I’m going to prove you wrong,” Billy said.

“One date, Billy. I don’t think you’re going to be able to change my mind in just a date,” You said.

Billy leaned in super close to you.

“I think you underestimate just how crazy I am for you and that I will stop at nothing to have you as my own,” Billy said.

You gulped as you stared into his blue eyes.

“This is just one date,” You whispered.

“Oh no, sweetheart, this is just the start of us,” Billy said.

You took a small step back away from him, but one of his arms caught you around your waist.

“Billy,” You said softly.

“I hate the saying ‘if a boy teases you that means they like you’, but that’s exactly what was happening between you and me,” Billy said.

“And beating up Steve?” You asked.

“Jealousy. I know it happens to the best of us, but I thought you were crushing on Steve,” Billy admitted.

“But I’m not. He’s my best friend,” You replied.

“I know that now,” Billy said.

“And what if this date doesn’t go so well?” You asked him as he slowly lowered his lips towards yours.

“Then I will have to keep making it up to you until you realize it,” Billy said.

Again you furrowed your brows in confusion.

“Realize what?” You asked him.

“That you’re mine,” Billy growled.

“I belong to nobody,” You said defiantly.

Billy juggled you in his arms bracing you tighter so you had no way to escape.

“Y/n,” Billy said making you look at him.

“Billy,”

“You’re mine to own, do you understand?” Billy asked.

There was a good chunk of you that was yelling at you to run. To kick him in the ball and run as far away as you possibly could get. But there was that bigger part of you that felt excited at the thought of being Billy’s. To kiss him whenever you wanted, to hold his hand, cuddling up in front of the TV, date nights, the whole thing. It excited you but it also scared you.

“Answer me, Y/n. Do you understand?” Billy asked again.

You remained silent.

“I will not ask again,” Billy said shaking you slightly.

“I-I understand,” You stuttered.

Hearing those words finally come from you sent shivers of excitement down Billy’s whole body. He finished leaning in and kissed you. His lips were dominant. He was in full control. That small voice in the back of your mind that had screamed at you to run was being silenced. For some odd reason being in Billy’s arms weirdly felt like being home and you really didn’t want that feeling to ever go away.

#Billy Hargrove #Billy Hargrove x Reader #requested #prompt #Stranger Things #minor characters #Steve Harrington #Dustin Henderson #Heather Halloway

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gvthbby-blog · 5 years

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Growing Up With Adam Lanza

Original Post

This is not my story, nor my experience. All credits go to the original poster.

We moved to Connecticut the summer before I entered 6th grade, so 2001 - into a beautiful new house in one of the most beautiful towns. A bit more rural than we were used to in New Jersey, but it was an adjustment.My sister, is 2 years younger than me, so was going into 4th grade at the time (it's relevant). We came from a neighborhood where we were all super close and everyone knew one another - block parties every summer, kids running back and forth to one another's houses - we were sad to leave it.

Within the first few weeks, we met some of our neighbors, everyone was what we soon defined as very 'Connecticut' - it was all a bit surface and nobody had that New Jersey warmth that we'd be used to, our neighbors directly across the street seemed a bit odd. The mom would come over to vent to my mom about her sons and husband (or ex husband, we couldn't really figure it out at the time) and my mom was a sweetheart and was welcoming and warm.

The holidays came around and the neighbor boy across the street was in my sister's 4th grade class. My sister came back slightly alarmed with what had happened in class that day - the students were asked to make a Thanksgiving turkey out of a traced drawing of their hands - on each finger, they were to write things they were thankful for. The neighbor wrote things like "being a loser, hating myself, etc" very dark things for a 4th grader.

Fast forward to Christmas, and my mom hears that they have nowhere to go for the holidays, so she politely invites the mother and 2 sons to our annual Christmas Eve party. The boys were so strange. They listened to Japanese techno, with headphones on, and spoke to nobody. They headed straight to our basement to play video games - it was weird. The younger one was always much stranger than the older one - and the neighbor mom would always open up to my mom and aunt (who works with special needs students) about how he would hurt himself, and how he needed to be put in special needs programs but that he could never quite be diagnosed. They thought he was on the spectrum at first, but that quickly proved to not be the case. We always assume she'd been confiding in them because my aunt was experienced with special needs kids and that she was looking for advice.

The Christmas Eve's stand out to me because they were at our home, in a very intimate setting, but we saw them on a daily basis. My sister and I would come home from school telling my mom about how weird the younger neighbor boy was, and that something was off. I will never forget her telling us "just be nice to him, you don't know what he is capable of" -

that struck me as so odd at the time, but we listened. I don't know if his mother told my mom something that scared her and made her say it, or she just had a gut instinct.

Recently after that, and I can't quite remember if this were middle school or high school - I think I was in 9th grade and my sister and younger neighbor boy were in 7th, so we all rode the bus together. What my mom said, stuck out in my mind, so today I decided to be friendlier than usual. There was snow on the ground and younger neighbor boy was drawing something in it and muttering to himself "Coo Coo Me Ay Looku" (no idea how that should be spelled, but that's what he was saying on repeat and drawing in the snow - it stuck with me). I decided to greet him - "Hi Adam, good morning!"

- No eye contact."I'll bomb you," he said, making no eye contact.

We let it slide. Came home and told my mom - she reiterated "just be nice. we don't know what he's capable of." Keep in mind, we were KIDS. We didn't know what to take seriously, and what not to.

I wish we had done more. Keep in mind, he wasn't someone who was bullied or made fun of - he was always 'off' in the sense that he could not hold eye contact or a conversation, or even a hello. Kids didn't make fun of him - he was a loner, but it seemed to be by choice. I didn't know why we were cautious/afraid around him other than the fact that he showed zero warmth, zero humanity. We knew he had special needs, so we never really second-guessed anything and just tried to be as polite as possible.

When the bus would drop us all off at our respective houses, he would run all the way up his driveway on the hill with his hands by his sides and then turn around and kind of make a hiss noise down at everyone making claws with his hands. It was always so odd, but again, we were kids, and there are always a couple of kids in school who are a little strange. We took it as just that. They were invited to several Christmas Eve's so my memories kind of blend here. One year, the neighbor mom started screaming at my innocent grandmother for being a Yankees fan (she was a Red Sox fan). It was BEYOND strange because my g-ma is the cutest little lady of all time and was in no way trying to argue over sports. It was as though the woman clearly had a weird switch go off. She was always nice to me, but I'll be honest, we rolled our eyes every time my mom invited them. It was always such forced conversations with her and as a teenager, I wanted nothing to do with being cornered into another chat. I think she must've just been lonely.

The following year, and the final year they were invited to Christmas Eve, was when she got into it with my mom about having guns in the house. The boys only attended the first couple of Christmas Eve's so it was just the mom this time around. The topic of guns came up. The neighbor mom started telling my mom about how she has guns in the house and how she takes her younger boy to the shooting range all of the time. My mom said that she didn't agree with having guns in the house - wasn't trying to argue, but the neighbor mom got out of hand about it. Very defensive and ultimately, getting aggressive about how she grew up in New Hampshire and that's 'just the way of life' there.The neighbor mom told us how brilliant the younger neighbor boy was, and that he had hacked into some of the government's highest levels of security and that the CIA showed up on his doorstep. (We have absolutely no idea if this story is true or not, but this is what she told us, so it became our ongoing joke when anything strange happened at our house). There were a few odd things throughout the years - our internet had clearly been messed with, lights would flicker in the house - and we would joke, that it was young neighbor boy each time.

It wasn't until December 14, 2012 that we knew just what he was capable of. I was out of college, working outside of Philadelphia, my sister still a student in college, and my youngest brother a student at the high school. The worst day of all of our lives. My dad heard the gunshots in the morning that killed the neighbor mom, Nancy Lanza. He assumed it had been a hunter in the area, maybe a little closer than usual.

Until the FBI showed up and he had to evacuate the house as snipers lined our driveway. My mom was at the mall and we were all frantically calling one another as the news broke slowly throughout the day. At first, they had his identity wrong and said it was his brother, but we knew it had to have been him. Thank god for my mom making sure we were as nice as possible. Although I don't know that it would've stopped him. I wish we had done more at the time, I wish we KNEW to do more at the time. We didn't. We didn't want to assume the worst out of someone. I wish we had.

20 students, 6 teachers - killed at Sandy Hook Elementary School that day.

The worst act of evil I have ever experienced so directly in my life and I hope will never fucking experience again.

I'm thankful that we survived growing up across the street from him, but gutted for those who did not get so lucky. Kids. Little kids. In a place that should be the safest haven for them in their youth. I hate it so much. I know I will never see him again, but regardless, Adam Lanza, Let's Not Meet ever again.

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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1. What is the reason you last got a new cell phone? The battery on my old 5S was getting frustratingly shitty and would die at 90%, and it would also take forever to boot up. It also reached a point where it was almost always hot to the touch. I always had to have a power bank with me and when that broke as well, it almost felt like I didn’t have a phone anymore because it would just be dead all the time.

2. Do you enjoy Math? I was always on extremes with it. Either I was making really excellent marks or I was failing badly, and I think it’s because performance in math depends on how well you understand and can apply the lessons. If you know the formulas it’s easy to pass the whole exam but if your memory is spotty, then that’s just a domino effect right there.

3. Are you more masculine or feminine? I’d say the lines are very blurred these days and I think it’s a very good thing, but I guess stereotypically I’m more feminine.

4. Has anyone ever told you that you’re their favourite? Sure, by best friends and close friends.

5. How many albums do you have by the band/artist you’re listening to? I don’t really pay close attention to the lo-fi scene and if their artists release albums at all, heh.

6. What are you doing tomorrow? Same old. Do a survey or two, maybe play the Switch, take a nap, have a coffee, maybe get a snack, practice Spanish.

7. Which name have you kissed the most people with? Have only kissed a Gabie.

8. Closest fast food place to your house? There’s a McDonald’s, Chowking, and Shakey’s right beside our village. If you’re willing to drive a little and take a u-turn there’s also a Burger King on the other side of the highway.

9. Does your city/town have a Taco Bell in it? No. I think only QC has Taco Bell, a shame.

10. Do you enjoy All You Can Eat buffets? Love them. Buffets make me so excited and happy.

11. Post a picture of yourself from about two years and three months ago: I was gonna say no to this but then I figured I used to post my photos all the time on my ancient Tumblr days, so whatever. This one was taken at my high school’s school fair and it’s the only photo I have of myself from January 2018. Blurred Gab out, for the curious.

12. Have you ever seen the band/artist you’re listening to live? I’ve never seen a lo-fi show, or know if those even exist.

13. Who was your best friend three years ago? The same ones I have three years later.

14. Do you enjoy hard drugs? Nope, not even interested in them.

15. Do you have any “e-buddies”? That means internet friends, right? I don’t have any < If this is what this means, I have Aliyah. Rafie and I don’t talk anymore but I still consider him a dear friend because of the time he gave me a free ticket to a WWE show when the roster came here in 2016.

16. Have you done anything productive today? It’s 1:19 AM, so no.

17. Do you enjoy sucking dick? I’ve never done that sksksksksksk. Don’t really have plans to.

18. Reason you last pulled an all-nighter? I just felt like doing it.

19. What design is on the last cup you used? It’s white but it has a black design of the wi-fi logo on it. If the beverage inside is hot the logo will turn bright blue to let you know it’s hot, but it gradually fades to black as it cools down.

20. Did you watch Garfield as a child? No.

21. Did you watch What-a-Mess? No, never heard of that one < Same. I only know Whataburger hahahahaha

22. Do you have a charm on your phone? No but I probs did on my old phones from childhood.

23. Last thing you bought over fifty dollars? Gabie’s Christmas gifts in total were over $50 (₱2500) but I don’t know if I’ve ever spent that amount on a single thing.

24. What colour is the last lighter you used? I don’t remember but it was either a neon green or pink.

25. Last thing you printed off a computer? A business article I needed to turn in for a journalism class.

26. Last thing you threw in the garbage? A sachet for 3-in-1 coffee.

27. Do you know anyone not related to you with your last name? Yeah I used to ride the bus with her. She’s like 6 years younger though so I never got to be friends with her.

28. How many band shirts do you have, and which ones? Just one, Paramore. I bought it with the emergency money my mom gave me for my first Paramore gig (like for food and drinks) so you can imagine how angry she was when I pissed it all away for a shirt.

29. What are you happiest about this year so far? I got to have a wild party with my friends literally a week before the lockdown. I’m glad I got to have such an experience with them, cause it’s something I never got to do throughout college.

30. Last black person you hugged? I’ve never hugged any black people, come to think of it.

31. Last cut/injury you received? I have a weird cut on my right ring finger that I have no clue from where it came. It’s not bothersome but it will sometimes sting if it’s hit with water.

32. Do you shave your leg all at once, or do you do it in halves? I don’t know what shaving legs in half is supposed to mean lmao but when I shave, I shave the whole leg?

33. Is life hard? Well it’s definitely not supposed to be easy.

34. Who does the song you’re listening to remind you of? These days lo-fi reminds me of taking surveys because... well, it’s what I listen to when I take surveys.

35. Last message you received? Kaye very randomly asked me just now if pro wrestling was truly staged and after I explained it to her I asked her why she was thinking of that at this hour, and the last message I got was her explanation.

36. Do you eat your vegetables? I looooove them.

37. Is Nutella amazing? It’s not groundbreaking on its own but I’d drop money on a Nutella-flavored snack, you know what I mean? I find it too sweet if I eat it by itself so I need other elements to balance it out.

38. Have you ever had anything pierced that isn’t anymore? No. My ear piercings are still open even after not hanging earrings from them anymore in a decade.

39. Would you consider yourself “tough”? In a sense that I had to grow up earlier than most kids due to the shitty stuff I saw in childhood and in a sense that I can handle most traumatic or triggering situations with ease, sure.

40. Headphones or earbuds? Earbuds.

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“Hi darling, are you awake?”

“I did just answer you.” Your giggle would have him smiling weakly, momentarily forgetting the swirling nausea in his belly.

“I meant did I wake you, goose.”

“No, I’ve been up for hours, I couldn’t sleep. Missing you like crazy.”

“I miss you too, darling.”

“Woke up at 5 am to pee and I wanted to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t stop coughing. I’ve been fighting this damn cold all week and yesterday it finally got me and I’ve been coughing my guts up, and I’ve not got any medicine and you know I don’t drive so I’ve been fending for myself just off painkillers and that nasty children’s version of NyQuil–I actually think NyQuil is better and not just because it’s stronger.”

He feels a bit guilty for calling now–he had forgotten that you’d complained of a headache a few days ago, and nausea at the beginning of the week. Surely you’d both known you were coming down with something–and yet you sounded perfectly joyful. A little sleepy, he would admit, but joyful nonetheless.

“I’m sorry, darling, you should be sleeping.”

“It’s nearing eleven, Harry, I’ll have to get up and eat soon.”

He finds himself swallowing hard to keep his stomach down at the small mention of food, a bead of sweat dripping from his hairline down to his neck. His voice is bordering on shaky as he chokes out the words, “Yeah, you should go do that.”

“Harry, baby, what time is it there? Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Almost one, darling. Couldn’t sleep, been trying to for hours.”

He swallows back again, tears pricking at his eyes as he realizes that he’s only feeling worse the more time goes by.

You’re silent for a moment before speaking again, and he can hear in your voice that you’re suddenly suspicious of his call. “Harry, what’s going on?”

“I miss you,” he chokes out as the tears slowly start to slide down his rose flushed cheeks. “I wish you were here with me.”

“I miss you too,” your smile is evident in your tone, but he knows you’re upset–you know him too well to believe that was the only reason for his call. “You sound funny, baby, how long have you been awake for?”

“Hours and hours,” he hiccups, not seeing the point of hiding his tears anymore as his voice wobbles. “Haven’t slept at all, been awake for … what, thirty hours now? I don’t know.”

“What did you do today?”

“Not much, I spent some time Jeff and visited a friend around lunch.”

“What did you eat?”

His stomach is flipping like an Olympic gymnast now, and he whimpers without thinking. “N-nothing really, had some tomato soup I think.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, yeah I definitely had that, and bread. Think I recall a soda. I’m so tired, darling.”

“So try and sleep,”

“I’ve b-been trying, I can’t.” His voice is almost a wail now, illness and exhaustion finally getting the better of him. “I miss you, want to feel you. I n-need you, but you’re fourteen hours behind m-me and–and–”

You’re quiet as he hiccups, a small sniffle following a choked sob. “Harry, baby, what’s really going on?”

“Wan’ y’ to hold me,” he whimpers, wrapping an arm around his stomach, drawing his knees to his chest. “Don’t feel well at all, feel really sick.”

“When did you start feeling bad?” You ask sadly, sitting up on your bed and eyeing the duffel bag in your closet.

“Woke up yesterday f-feeling kinda weird I guess, b-but I didn’t think too much on it and then today I wasn’t hungry all day and I had a killer headache and–fuck.”

He can hear you wince as gives a spluttering cough, almost falling off the bed in his haste to get to the bathroom.

“Harry? Harry, please breathe.”

He’s forced to ignore you as he falls to his knees, the movements only increasing the nausea tenfold. He’s hardly set the phone on the tile when his body lurches forward of its own accord.

He can’t see you grimacing at the sound or opening your drawers to find fuzzy socks and your nicest yet comfiest bras, boy-shorts and pajama pants. He doesn’t see you looking for jeans or sweatshirts, digging through a dresser cabinet for your purse and scarf, snatching up your earbuds or the headphones you had stolen from him last Christmas.

He doesn’t see you and your pretty hair pulled up at the top of your head, circles under your eyes and pupils dilated from the cold medicine you’d just downed. He doesn’t see the F.R.I.E.N.D.S sweater on your braless body or the yoga pants stained with pink at the leg from the time he had come home early and frightened you in the middle of doing your nails.

He doesn’t see you slipping boots over your fuzzy socks and grabbing your coat as you dump some toiletries into your bag and hastily brush your teeth. He doesn’t see it and he doesn’t expect it, because there was no reason to assume you would come to him–but he had been in Japan for a rather long time already and has no plans to return to the US in the near future; he missed you and you missed him, you both were sick and he was far worse off than you. Maybe he didn’t have to know that you had been googling flights and talking to someone at the airport about booking a ticket. Maybe he didn’t need to know that you had planned to visit next week but were making arrangements to switch flights to get there now. He didn’t have to know that you could be at the door of his apartment by noon the following day.

He didn’t hear you trying to tell him to breathe and calm down, because all he could hear was the ragged breathing escaping his aching ribs and burning lungs; he couldn’t see you climbing into an Uber because he was six thousand miles away and staring down into a toilet bowl as he threw up.

You were halfway to the airport when he finally grabbed his phone and collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted and nauseous and completely spent, a migraine forming behind his eyes.

“I need you,” he whimpered, curling back into himself. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Harry,” your promise makes his heart hurt, in the nicest of ways, and the tears falling down his face are now from joy almost as much as they were pain.

“C-can you sing to me?” He whimpers, eyes growing heavy as his shivering body melts into the warmth of the mattress, giving him the slightest yet most relieving comfort as his eyelids begin to close. “P-please? I n-need to sleep, darling, I n-need to sleep. I miss you so much, so fucking much. I want to hear your voice.”

You hate to sing in front of strangers, but he doesn’t know you’re in the backseat of an old man’s car, and so you start to sing the first song that comes to your mind.

“You sound so beautiful,” his moan sounds almost content and bordering on peaceful, as your voice lulls him to sleep, the overwhelming feeling of exhaustion overtaking his body as his eyes slid closed. His lips are parted, face half smushed into the covers and body slumped a bit awkwardly, and yet despite the pain and nausea he can’t help but let the corners of his mouth twitch because his heart is thymping and tingling and pulsing from the sound of your voice and you quite simply are the most beautiful and wonderful thing he can imagine in the world, no matter how wide it was or how long it lived for.

“I love you,” his slur comes from six thousand-three hundred miles away, and a sad smile settles onto your face as the first of his snores meets your ears.

“I love you too, baby.” You say softly, knowing somewhere in his lightly sleeping body, he can hear you. “I’ll see you soon baby, okay? I promise.”

thanks @meetmeinthehallwayeverytime 💚

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hee hoo i wrote a tma fic in the form of frankies statement to the institute

words: 2245

warnings: none, except for phil collins and thrown staples

pairing: oc (frankie james)/jonathan sims

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FRANKIE JAMES:

-That a tape recorder? It's so cute! We've been trying to get one for the station, just so we can say we have one - y'know, to impress the hipsters - but they're well out of my budget. How did you get one?

ARCHIVIST:

I - Uh, it was here when I got the job, it was my predecessor's.

JAMES:

Wow, well, I'm jealous. [GIGGLES] A little tempted for thievery…

ARCHIVIST:

...Right. Would you like to begin your statement?

JAMES:

Oh, yeah, of course.

ARCHIVIST:

Alright. Statement of Frank James, radio DJ at -

JAMES:

Frankie.

ARCHIVIST:

[PAUSE] Frankie James, radio DJ at Tranzishon Rock, London, regarding…?

JAMES:

Uh, a series of...obscene phone calls from an unknown person.

ARCHIVIST:

Recorded direct from subject by Jonathan Sims, head archivist of The Magnus Institute, 21st of September, 2019. Statement begins.

JAMES:

Ah, so, okay. [SIGHS]

ARCHIVIST:

...Are you alright?

JAMES:

Yeah, I just… [SIGHS] I have a hard time...getting words out. I'm not...articulate.

ARCHIVIST:

Would I be able to help?

JAMES:

How would you? It's in my head.

ARCHIVIST:

[SIGHS] You'd be surprised. [PAUSES] When did it start? The phone calls.

JAMES:

On my show. I have a radio show at Tranzishon, late nights, 7 till 10, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Towards the end of the show, from 9 till 10, we do a requests hour. Listeners call, or text, or tweet, or send a carrier pigeon, to ask us to play songs. The last one is only if they're fancy.

ARCHIVIST:

[SNORTS]

JAMES:

[PAUSES]

ARCHIVIST:

[PAUSES] Sorry. You were saying?

JAMES:

[LAUGHS FAINTLY, A LITTLE BREATHLESS] Ah, yeah, erm… [AMUSED] I can't quite remember where I was…

ARCHIVIST:

The requests hour?

JAMES:

Yes! Okay, so, er, I was announcing the requests hour, reading out our phone number and the twitter account, and as soon as I had finished reading the phone number, we got a call. I- We've got a small team of techies - well, two - that handle incoming calls, texts, tweets, whatever. One, Paul, looked up from the switchboard at me and put me through to the listener, and I did my usual spiel. Y'know: [RADIO VOICE] You're listening to Frankie at Tranzishon rock, dear listener, what's your request?

[NORMAL VOICE] And they didn't say anything. There was dead air for a couple of seconds, then as I began to say 'Anybody there?' my headphones are blown out by the sudden high volume. The person on the other end must have been right up on the mic, because there was an immense amount of feedback and white noise. I'm sort of thankful for that, 'cause it nearly covered up what they had to say.

[PAUSES] [DEEP BREATH] I... don't want to repeat what they said. Suffice to say, the techies had some lightning speed reaction time when they cut off the line. There was more dead air as I tried to recover from the shock, I think I made a joke about them wanting the number for Babestation instead.

ARCHIVIST:

[LAUGHS]

JAMES:

[PAUSES] [LAUGHS, WEAKLY] Yeah… Ah, so, w-we banned that number so they wouldn't call again, and I ended the show with Pretty Fly (For a White Guy) by The Offspring. Because I cope with bad experiences by burying them with humour.

[UNDER HIS BREATH] Give it to me, baby. [EVEN QUIETER] Uh huh, uh huh.

[COUGHS]

Uh. Anyway. I went home, had my day off, and went back into work the next night and tried to forget about what happened. And for the most part, I did. The first 2 hours passed without incident, and then when I announced the requests hour, I joked about the caller the other day. My techies looked at each other nervously as I laughed. I gave them a questioning look, but said nothing. I'd ask them after the show. I read the number and twitter and waited for the requests to roll in. Again, we had another phone call straight away. I said my spiel, and my heart was in my throat as I waited for the caller to speak. I looked at my techies. Sheena, my other tech, shrugged at me. I sighed, about to give them a signal to cut them off and answer someone else when the feedback returned, louder and more harsh this time. I threw my headphones onto the desk in front of me, but I still heard the words spilling out of them.

[SWALLOWS] Y'know that scene in Silence of the Lambs? Where Lecter asks Clarice to repeat what that other inmate had said to her? Y'know - [SOUTHERN AMERICAN ACCENT] 'He said, I can smell your cunt.'

ARCHIVIST:

Good lord.

JAMES:

Yeah. It was a bit like that. There was a lot more...squelching with mine, though. Ugh. The techs cut the call, as I knew they would. I was more than a little pissed off. I started playing a song someone had tweeted and turned off my mic, turning to my techies. I asked them, why didn't you ban them like you said you would last time? Sheena said she did, that she guessed they were using a payphone or something to harass us. Paul tentatively asked if we should inform the police, and I told him to F off. We've had no help from coppers in the past when we had Nazis and TERFs flooding our lines calling us all sorts of shit, why would they help now? Cops avoid gays like the plague unless its for propaganda. So, Paul backed down.

Before the song ended, I quickly mentioned that maybe we shouldn't take calls anymore, just texts and tweets. I didn't want it to come to that, not really. I ended the show again with a song from a small local band, earning me a shoutout on their twitter. That felt good, at least.

I went home, picking up a 6-pack of Stella on the way. I wanted to make sure I slept that night. As I sat on the tube, a good 20 minute journey to my flat, my phone began to ring. At that moment, it didn't strike me that it shouldn't have been able to get any reception underground, yet there it was, ringing in my hand. I was more annoyed at it interrupting my music, but I answered anyway. It was the same fucking caller. I couldn't hit the 'disconnect' button fast enough. But I still heard what he said. [LAUGHS SHAKILY] At least the guy has some imagination. Never the same thing twice. [VOICE BREAKS, STUTTERING] I looked around the tube to see if anyone would be witnessing my quickly approaching panic attack, and finding no-one in the compartment with me, I broke down. The next 15 minutes passed with a blur, and then I reached my station, tears stopping as fast as they had came.

I stepped off the tube and started walking in the direction towards my flat, and my phone started ringing again. My breath caught in my chest as I froze on the pavement, phone vibrating away in my pocket. I picked it up, screen lit up and facing toward the ground. Slowly, I turned it up, half shutting my eyes, as if the person on the other end wouldn't be able to see me if I couldn't see the phone. [SIGHS] Stupid. It was my mum's phone number. I answered, talked with her for a little bit - she lives a ways away, I don't get to see her a lot - and said goodnight when I got to my flat. I got blackout and passed out on my couch when I got in. Yeah, I know I'm a lightweight. When I woke up at 12pm, my TV was still on, replaying the DVD menu for Black Christmas - the 1974 version. I guess in my Stella-crazed state I was desperate to watch it again.

The entire day, I left my phone switched off. My boss won't be too pleased with me, especially after 2 shows of mine had very explicit profanity, thanks to our mystery caller, but I didn't care.

[PAUSES]

Listen, I-I know, alright? I know it sounds stupid, I know I probably sound like a pearl-clutching housewife, how scandalous that I'm terrified of a few dirty phonecalls, but...you didn't hear them. You wouldn't want to hear them. Paul, Sheena, and I certainly didn't. At least they only heard them at the station…

Thankfully, on the Friday, we had decided not to do requests hour. Yeah, a few listeners would be upset, but the more loyal listeners would understand when one person ruins it for everyone else. We just settled for the last hour of the show to be requests from Paul and Sheena. Strangely enlightening, but I don't wish to hear any more Phil Collins than is necessary. And with Paul, he seems to think 10 songs is necessary. It isn't.

ARCHIVIST:

[OFFENDED] What's wrong with Phil Collins?

JAMES:

Apart from the fact that we're a punk rock station?

ARCHIVIST:

Fair enough. You were saying?

JAMES:

Okay, so, ah… I was on my way home again, and had all but forgotten the mystery caller. We'd figured it had just been some weirdo that got bored of us cutting him off. But as I was walking from the tube station from my flat, I heard that ear-splitting feedback again. Doubling over in pain, I reached up to pull my headphones off, only to find that I had left them at the radio station. I pressed my fists to my ears, crumpling to the ground as the whine of someone being too close to a microphone pierced my eardrums. I felt something cold trickle out of my ear. I didn't have to check my hand to guess that it was blood. I hyperventilated as I lay on the ground. Something was shouting, screaming at me, screeching slurs and threats of what it wanted to do to me, what it will do to me. I remember vomiting, and then blacking out as the overlapping cacophony reached a fever pitch.

I woke up not too far from where I had passed out, £10 and a phone lighter. It was probably some homeless guy who took them, and honestly, I'm not too bothered. I'm more angry no-one took me to a doctor or something. I think, the last thing I saw before I passed out was someone standing in the distance. Staring. Yeah, it could have been some rando, but the image stuck with me.

They were silhouetted against the bright signs of the takeaways on the street behind them, hands stretching too far down, a little too tall. I might have been delusional or in the throes of oxygen deprivation or something, but I swear I saw it smile as I lost consciousness.

I haven't been back to my flat. I've been staying with Sheena for the past couple of days. She's alright, but I can tell she wants me out. She doesn't want what's happening to me to happen to her.

ARCHIVIST:

Statement ends. ...Are you alright?

JAMES:

[SNIFFS] Er, I - Uh, I should be, in a bit. Thanks for, uh...I don't know. Listening?

ARCHIVIST:

It's my job.

JAMES:

Is that it then? What happens now?

ARCHIVIST:

We'll get in contact with you if we find anything out.

JAMES:

Oh! Then, you'll probably need this then. [SCRIBBLING]

ARCHIVIST:

[SHOCKED NOISE] Wh- What are you doing?

JAMES:

Giving you my phone number, what's it look like?

ARCHIVIST:

Well, I'm sure you can give it to me on paper, not my hand! And didn't you say your phone was stolen?

JAMES:

[SCRIBBLING STOPS] Oh. Yeah. Well, if I ever get it back, then. You know where to call.

ARCHIVIST:

R-Right. Goodbye, Mr. James.

JAMES:

Frankie.

ARCHIVIST:

...Goodbye, Frankie.

[CLICK]

ARCHIVIST:

Mr. James -- Frankie's behaviour was certainly... strange during our conversation. He kept looking at me, pausing and then quickly looking away again, having to restart his sentence whenever he did so. Maybe he realised that he had virtually no evidence to back up his testimony. The only witnesses we have are this Sheena and Paul, and they can only back up the instances of the phone calls happening at the radio station, not anywhere else. Conveniently, Frankie does not appear to record his mobile phone calls, so we have no evidence the phone call on the tube happened. Assuming it even could happen.

Furthermore, his constant stuttering only made me think he was making the whole thing up. Maybe he just wants a story for his show. He --

TIM:

Knock, knock. Was that Frankie James?

ARCHIVIST:

Yes, i-it was -- Tim, saying 'Knock, knock' is not a good substitute for knocking.

TIM:

Did I hear you saying that he was making it up because he was stuttering?

ARCHIVIST:

Well, yes. It's a common tell for lying.

TIM:

It's a common tell for a huge goddamn crush.

ARCHIVIST:

What?

TIM:

Oh, come on. You didn't notice?

ARCHIVIST:

No, n-no, I didn't.

TIM:

Jon, he was the colour of a tomato. He wrote his phone number on your hand! Look, he even drew a heart, for god's sake.

ARCHIVIST:

[MUTTERING] Hmm, yes, I suppose it does look like a heart… No, don't be ridiculous, Tim.

TIM:

[IN A SING-SONG VOICE] Jon has got a boyfriend, Jon has got a boyfriend!

ARCHIVIST:

Are you twelve?! Get out! [SOMETHING CLATTERS ON THE GROUND]

TIM:

Ow! Stop throwing staples at me!

[CRASHING SOUND]

[CLICK]

#fics #my writing #frankie #📖#owo i love him..

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justkending · 5 years

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Knock, Knock. Part 20.

Chapter Summary: It’s time to meet the parents.

Pairing: (single) Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2211

A/N: Yes, this one is kinda short, but it will get more interesting next chapter! I just need you to get a feel for the family dynamic. Enjoy!

Part 20:

“You guys are going to be staying in Y/N’s old room.” Your mom said, opening your door and gesturing inside.

“Mom, there’s only one bed.” You said, looking in your old room.

“And?” she said crossing her arms in the doorway.

“And…” you said raising an eyebrow and turning your eyes toward Jensen without moving your head.

“So.”

“You know what? I’ll take the futon in the office.” You turned to Jensen, “You can have my room-“

“I sold the futon.” Your mom said cutting you off.

“What? Why?” you turned back to her.

“It was tacky, and was taking up space.” She shrugged.

“Mom!”

“Don’t ‘mom’ me missy. This is the only bed we have available. Your sisters twin bed is too small for two people, so you can’t sleep with her, and Charlie and them are staying over tonight in his old room because their heater isn’t working. You guys can share a bed, it’s not that big of a deal.” she said turning to walk away before you could fight her on it. “I’m going to get some coffee started.” Once she was down the hall and in the living room she shouted again. “Don’t forget to go get your dad in the shop once your unpacked!”

You let out a loud and long sigh in response. You turned back to your room looking around. It hadn’t changed a bit. You had your built in vanity on the same wall of your bed. It was the first one you made with your dad. Then a table that you had built as well on the wall along side your door, that held your old record player, and some records you left behind. There were posters of world maps, and bands like: The Beatles, Eagles and Rolling stones hug up. Your bed was neatly made, and still had an old quilt that your grandma made when you were younger on top of your comforter.

As you were reminiscing over all your old things, Jensen saw the worry in your eyes.

“Hey, I can sleep on the floor or couch if you want. It’s not that big of a deal.” He said looking down at you.

“What?” you said snapping out of your thoughts. “What? Oh, no. No. I’ll sleep on the couch. I wouldn’t hear the end of it from my mom is she saw you on the couch.”

“It’s fine really-“

“Jay.” You cut him off. “Don’t argue with me, cause we both know who’s going to win the fight.” You smirked. “Besides the couch is pretty comfortable.”

He was kinda hoping that you would just give in and sleep in the bed with him, but he also still didn’t know if you and Cole had actually broken up. He had a theory that you guys had, but you hadn’t told him what went down the other night.

“Ok, as much as I want to fight you on it, I guess I’ll take the bed.” He said going in and putting his bag on the bed.

“Good.” You said with a victory smile, and went to put your bags on the ground at the end of the bed. You sat down on the corner of the bed, and Jensen followed. “I have not been in this room for years it feels like.”

“Really? When’s the last time you came up here?”

“Probably since last Christmas.” You said thinking back.

“Really?”

“Yeah. They tend to come visit me in Austin. They like the city, and love to travel down there so I don’t fight them on it.” You were looking at the table that held your records and jumped up noticing something. “Oh. My. God.” You ran over picking up a yellow vinyl cover with a bow and a note on it.

“What is that?” he said getting up and following you to look over your shoulder.

“It’s the Flash Gordon Album.” You said running a hand down it. You pulled the note off of the cover.

Monkey,

I thought I would get you one early Christmas present so we could listen to it sooner rather than later.

Love,

-Dad

“Awe. Thanks dad.” You said softly.

“Flash Gordon, huh?” Jensen said snapping you out of it.

“Hmm Mmm. It’s kinda an inside joke with my dad. The movie is awful, but we love it anyway. Plus, the whole album is by Queen.” You smiled. “Speaking of my dad we should go check on him.”

Jensen nodded, and you both got situated before heading out to the shop.

He followed close behind as you opened the door, and saw your dad sawing away at something with the giant power saw that was extremely loud.

“Dad!” you yelled knowing he probably wouldn’t hear you. “Dad!”

Still nothing.

Your big chocolate lab came running over, and you crouched to rub her head.

“Belle! Oh my goodness! Look at you girl!” you said giving her a big hug around the neck. “Well, you’ve gotten older haven’t you? Still as gorgeous as ever though.” You said tapping her nose before standing. You looked at Jensen who was grinning at you. “That’s Belle. She’s a sweetheart and also thinks she owns this shop.” You smiled.

He crouched and started rubbing on her which caused her to roll on her back so that he could pet her belly better.

“I’m taking it that she likes me?” he asked smiling up at you.

“Actually yeah! She’s never that relaxed with people she first meets. She’s usually on guard all the time.” You said kinda shocked.

“Monkey? Is that you?” your father asked as he turned off the saw.

“Hey Dad.” You smiled, walking over to him.

“Well come here sweetheart, and give your old man a hug.” He said taking off his headphones and opening his arms.

You rushed over and gave him a long and strong embrace even though he was covered in sawdust.

“I miss you honey!” he said in your ear as he rested his cheek on your head.

“Miss you too dad.” You pulled away with a big grin. “What are you working on now?”

“Oh, the usual. Neighbor down the road wanted some corn hole boards for a Christmas gift, and I’m just now getting ‘em started.” He said back looking at his creation. “Hey, your mom said you were bringing home a boyfriend. Is that right?”

“Um actually-“

Before you could finish your dad looked over you and saw Jensen standing up from where he had been petting Belle.

“Oh. My. God.” He said pushing past you.

“Dad, hey!” you said stumbling out of the way.

“Jensen Ackles.” He said walking up and putting his hands out in shock. “Jensen Ackles is in my shop.” He said going star struck. He turned to you for a split second. “Dean Winchester is in my shop.” he turned back to Jensen.

“Dad, please try to act normal.” You mumbled walking over to him.

“Hello Mr. Y/L/N. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He said shaking you father’s hand.

“Well, the pleasure is all mine son!” you dad said shaking his hand back.

“Dad-“ you tried cutting in.

“Y/N didn’t tell me she was bringing you!”

“Well, mom was supposed to tell you, but she failed to mention-“

“I’m a big fan of your show Jensen. Lots of good music, stories, mysteries, and OH the car!” he said getting more excited with each thing.

Jensen laughed at the excitement your father was eliciting.

“I’m glad you like it sir. It’s made a big impact on my life, and I wouldn’t change it for a second.” He said looking to you. He wasn’t just talking about the show.

“Oh, I’m sure!” he said finally letting go of Jensen’s hand. “So you’re the one dating my daughter.” He said switching to dad-mode. “I got to say, if anyone is going to be with her, I’m glad it’s Dean Winchester.”

“Dad!” you shouted swatting his arm.

“What?” he said confused at the hit.

“We aren’t dating. Jensen and I just live together.” You said crossing your arms and standing by Jensen’s side.

“Living together? Don’t you think you missed a step?” he said

“Dad we talked about this-“

“If I may,” Jensen said looking at you before looking back at your dad. “Your daughter needed a place to stay when her apartment complex went under, and I just happened to have some spare rooms in my house. I asked her if she wanted to borrow one when Jared and Gen introduced us. We’ve become really great friends since.” he said smiling down at you, and throwing an arm over your shoulder. You returned the smile.

“Oh, I see.” Your dad said nodding his head and taking off his work gloves. “So nothing… romantic-“

“Dad!”

“Sorry, just checking! Your mom said boyfriend so…”

“Cole couldn’t come.” You said in a sadder tone. You quickly recovered. “I had an extra ticket, and Jensen was going to be by himself for Christmas so I invited him instead.”

Jensen looked down at you wanting to know the answer behind why Cole couldn’t come. You still had a talk that you needed to finish with him, and he was hoping to hear it soon.

“Well, I’m not complaining!” he said patting Jensen’s shoulder. “While you guys are out here; want to help me cut this last board? It’s too big for one person.”

“Sure.” You said going to the work bench to grab gloves and safety glasses.

“I would love to help sir.” Jensen said following by your dad’s side.

“Please. Call me Wayne.” Your father said patting his shoulder again.

“Wayne.” Jensen repeated. “Got it.”

“Are you guys going to help me or what?” you said shoving the other set of glasses and gloves toward Jensen.

“Sorry, boss.” Jensen said with a sassy smirk.

“She is pretty bossy, isn’t she?” your dad whispered.

“I heard that!” you shouted going to grab a side of the board. “Dad you better hurry too. Mom was the one who sent us out here.”

“Oh shoot. Then we don’t have time to mess around.” Your dad said picking up the pace.

You and Jensen laughed as you helped your dad finish the job.

“Ok, I need someone to explain the nickname Monkey for me?” Jensen said as he walked into the house behind you.

“Oh, that’s-“ you started, but were cut off by your dad.

“She use to use people as human jungle gyms. Was always climbing on everything she could. Me included.” He said going to grab a cup of coffee. “Hey, honey. Did you get that paper done?” he said giving your mom a kiss on the cheek as he sat by her at the kitchen table.

She nodded before continued the story of your nickname.

“Y/N here, was our wild child.” Your mom said giving you a pointed look.

“Still is.” You dad mumbled taking a sip.

“She use to run outside for hours on end just climbing on trees, rocks, in the creeks, you name it. She would invite the neighborhood friends over in the morning, and we wouldn’t see them till supper cause they were running around and constantly finding new places to explore.” She laughed.

You hopped up on the counter taking a seat, and grabbed your coffee as Jensen came and stood by you and looked toward your parents at the table.

“She’s always been an adventurous one. Constantly trying to find new places to discover.” Your dad said winking at you.

“Very true.” You said smiling as you drank your coffee.

“Can’t say I’m surprised.” Jensen said looking at you with a loving look, and leaning on the counter by you, slightly brushing his shoulder on your arm.

You blushed just at his stare, and looked away quickly not wanting it to show.

“So dad!” you yelled. “Why don’t you tell Jensen what you’re building? How you got started on it and all?”

“Oh yeah!” your dad exclaimed.

You knew that if you got him started on that kick it could go on for a while. You just wanted to direct the conversation away from you.

“While you two talk about that, I’m going to go wash the airplane musk, and saw dust off me.” You said hopping down from the counter.

“Yeah, you got some in your hair.” Jensen said ruffling your head as you walked by.

“Hey!” you laughed as you pushed his hand away. “Now, I don’t feel as bad leaving you here with these two.” You motioned to your parents.

“We aren’t that bad!” your mom defended.

“Sure.” You said just loud enough for them to hear you. Your mom swatted your back as you ran past her. “I’ll be back in 20 minutes’ top.” You turned to Jensen just as you were going through the doorway. “Thank you can handle it?” you said with a smirk.

“Get out of here stinker!” he waved you off. “Besides you smell awful.” He teased.

“I do not! You were on the same plane as me, who’s to say it’s not you you’re smelling?” you shouted as you walked away.

You just heard them laughing at you as you walked into the bathroom and started getting undressed for the shower.

Part 21

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daydreaminghaven · 5 years

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I needed a rant

I'm just going to write this down because I don't know how else to deal with this at the moment. My roommate is an asshole, it's gotten to bad that at this point I'm literally on the verge of tears. She is inconsiderate and rude and I don't know what to do. Sometimes my gut just tells me to go fucking punch the shit out of her but I wont because I'm better than that. I know for a fact that she could never beat my ass and it's not like I'm scared of her it's just that I'm scared of losing this home. I don't want to move anymore and if I do result to violence I'll be out and who knows where I'll be next? The last thing I want or need is too be in another fucking group home which will be right where I'm headed if I lose this place. '

And what could make me come to all of this? When I first met my roommate I knew we were not going to become close friends it was like I could see the future. You know when you meet someone and you just feel their negative energy? Well it was like that with her. Nevertheless, being that I just came out of a hellish rehabilitation program it was a miracle that I somehow was given a foster home. Foster homes are very, very rare for someone my age- especially coming from someone who was currently in a rehab. All anyone wants are little kids, and as a matter of fact my foster parent even admits she wasn't going to take me because she herself only wanted young kids. The only reason she took me is because I have an interest in church, quote me.

If I had to go to a group home then so be it, but now that I'm here I don't want to lose what I have. The problem with group homes is that they occupy too many people. Just imagine what its like to be living with 5-9 teenage girls mixed in with 3 or 4 tired, angry under-payed, overworked staff members (that switch out 3 times a day) all under the same roof. It's not pretty. There's ALWAYS fights, there's ALWAYS drama, ALWAYS something weather it be someone running away, two or more girls not getting along or a staff member not doing their job, or overstepping boundaries; there is constant stress. All. The. Time.

For someone who likes solitude, quietness, this kind of environment is- it's just horrible. It's already bad enough but then mix in someone who can't handle that kind of lifestyle and it can worsen their mental health, it can lead to self harm, suicidal ideations or worse.

Once upon a time I used to be able to handle group homes, I just moved along when the drama happened, it was frustrating definitely (not just for me but for everyone), but it wasn't unbearable. But then I moved... And I moved again. And again. Then I started getting more fed up with it, then I started breaking down more easily, and self harmed, attempted suicide. I started to runaway, and use drugs... And every time I moved the staffs/therapists/supervisors seemed to care less and less and it was so frustrating. There were so many rules but so much unacceptable behavior slipping right under the rug!

And there was pretty much nothing you could do about it.

Then I got put in that rehabilitation and residential program which was some of the worst times in my life. It was like a bad group home to the max. You thought 9 teenage girls was bad? try 18-29. Together, all fucking day. No phones or internet, you had to be cut off- you couldn't even have a diary or pass notes without it needing to be checked everyday. You can bet there was fights and drama all the time, you couldn't leave the campus at all until months after you arrived. Not even mentioning that there was a strict schedule when to, sleep eat, shower, have mandatory groups that everyone hated. The staff in these places was even worse, virtually EVERYONE hated their job, and the staff in programs are allowed to put there hands on you if deemed necessary, and oh-fucking-boy did they. That power was abused way to fucking often but you want to try to run away? Straight to jail for 90 days just to get sent back and have to start all of your progress over from scratch... or possibly get sent to an even longer program.

These programs are technically 6 months but most people end up there for 8 to 9 months. You are given a set of 5 'levels' or 'phases' that you have to complete in order to get discharged from the program. Some kids are lucky and their insurance runs out and their parents can't pay to keep them there. I wasn't that lucky considering my parent is the state of fucking Florida. I'm grateful to be able to have good insurance and all but fucking hell that place was bad. Due to having to move to a switch different program 5 months after I was sent to my first program (over something that wasn't my fault, it had to due with medication issues which is a whole other story), I had to start all of my progress over and start the levels off from scratch. I spent 8 months in my second program making 13 months completely cut off from society (did I mention you weren't even allowed to watch the news?). That’s where I spent Christmas, Halloween, Mothers and Fathers day, even my birthday. I was discharged just two fucking days after my birthday. Just two. Anyways, the point is, I worked really, really hard to prove that I was responsible enough to get a foster home and I did. Even though my roommate is a fucking asswipe dealing with one girl is better than 9. At least I can kind of ignore her. But It's just so hard to act like it's not that bad she’s always

-touching and stealing my belongings -throwing actual garbage with bloody tampons in it over my ART SUPPLIES -always calling me disgusting and dirty when this bitches side of the closet -smells like fish -talking dirty to boys late at night (I don't want to hear about how you want to eat his ass. Stop it. Get some help.) -using my towel that I bathe with to clean the floor with BLEACH FUCKING BLEACH -USING MY LOAFERS AND WASH RAGS -plays loud angry rap music, or movies at full volume all night, usually until 2am, -or really early in the morning to wake me up WHEN SHE OWNS FUCKING HEADPHONES -Talks shit about me to everyone that comes through the door of this house (and loudly)

and I’m over here basically kissing her ass because anything is better than those fucking group homes. And I've tried to ask her to stop, or turn down her music, I've tried confronting her- and peacefully and respectfully but she either ignores me or gets violent. I've tried tried telling the foster parent, my therapist and no one is doing anything. I'm backed up into a corner. Like I said before, I'm not scared for my life, this bitch is like 5'3 (no offense to short people) but like I could kick her punk ass any day- and I would if I number 1.) wasn't trying to better myself and number 2.) cared about this home so fucking much. I just don't know what to do except pray and try to focus on other things. I wish I could just sleep in the living room. I keep breaking my headphones because I have to sleep with rain noises or something to drown out whatever she decides to play. Can you believe she has the audacity to wake me up just tell me to turn down my headphones when she tries to sleep? Like they aren’t even big headphones they are 6 dollar earbuds how loud can they be?! I do every single time though because I'm trying to 'stay blameless in Gods eyes' because I believe in karma and also if I didn't she would probably do something really petty like purposefully play loud music to wake me up even earlier or play it all night so I can't sleep.

It really sucks. I have to live with this person for 110 more days (and, yes, I have it marked on my calendar) but one day she'll be gone and I wont have to deal (or smell) this person again. So hopefully I'll have some more learned patience by then.

The whole reason for me even righting this is because yesterday she asked me to turn the light off in our room when I'm not using it (which is understandable, except you're never home anyways nor do you pay the bills) and of course when she came home the next day I made sure the light was off (did I mention the reason I'm not in the room when she comes home is because I avoid being in there when she is? My foster parent apparently thought that was important enough to report to my therapist like I have problems-But when I tell you whats actually going on you don't do anything about it so like...). Then today when came home I asked her to close the door when she goes in the room, while she was going to the room (because I can still hear whatever she plays from the living room). Guess what? She looked right at me, then walked to the room which is right across the living room and left the door wide open ON PURPOSE. Later on she said that basically it's not her job and that if I want it closed then I need to walk over and close it every time she leaves it open. It pissed me off so much that I just needed to write my feelings out because there isn't anything else I can do about it. Maybe when I'm older I'll look back on this and think 'wow look how strong you are now' and hopefully by then I'll be in a position where if someone is being an outright dick I can punch the shit out of them on the spot- I mean deal with them professionally.

just 110 more days Jasmine, you can do it. Do it for yourself girl do it for your boo thang

#what do i do #i need advice #advice

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ravenqueensspecialboi · 6 years

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Missing You

DaiSuga Week Day Five: Roadtrip or Reunion Rating: G Summary: Texts went unanswered. Calls became every few months. It made Koushi sad, thinking about how close he and Daichi had been. But he knew that there was a chance this would happen. It made sense. Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15797529

Fic under the cut!

Koushi all but kicked open the door to his dorm room, bag already slipping off his shoulder as he crossed the room to his desk. His roomate, thankfully, wasn't there; Koushi hated videochatting while other people were in the room. He sat down at his desk, turned on his laptop, opened the messenger app, and waited. Daichi would be calling in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Daichi's face appeared in a bubble on Koushi's screen. Right on time. Koushi accepted the call.

"Hi Suga."

"Your timing is impeccable," Koushi said. "I literally just got back from class."

"I just left mine," Daichi told him.

The view switched, giving Koushi a view of a campus green filled with blossoming sakura trees. Koushi let out a low whistle as the camera switched back to Daichi.

"That's a nice campus you got there," Koushi said.

Daichi shrugged. "It's pretty nice, yeah. It's bigger than I expected it to be."

"Mine too," Koushi admitted. He grinned. "But I guess that's because we're a couple of country boys who moved to the Big City."

Daichi chuckled, "Ok Tanaka."

Koushi snickered. It was nice to talk to Daichi, especially since they were almost on opposite sides of the country for university. He missed seeing Daichi almost every single day. It was rough switching to videochatting once a week.

"So, how was the first week of classes?" Daichi asked, cutting into Koushi's mental stream.

"It was fine," Koushi said. "I only got lost a few times. My chemistry professor's kind of a jerk, but I'm sure I'll get used to it."

"See, my literature professor is the one I'm having a problem with," Daichi said. "He does not like opinions other than his own and it's super frustrating."

They talked for a few minutes, trading first week stories with each other. It made Koushi happy, knowing that Daichi was having a good time at his school.

"Made any friends?" Daichi asked.

Koushi shrugged, "There are some people in class who I've talked to more than once. How about you?"

"I mean, my roommate's nice…"

"So you haven't replaced me yet?" Koushi teased.

Daichi placed a hand on his chest and scoffed, "Sugawara Koushi, I could never in a million years replace you. You're my best friend-"

Koushi grinned, flashing Daichi a peace sign.

"-even if you are an absolute menace."

Koushi glared at the laptop screen.

"There's a punch to the stomach coming your way the next time I see you."

"Duly noted," Daichi laughed.

"It'll be a combination birthday-Christmas-New Year's present."

"If you remember."

"Oh, don't you worry, Sawamura. I'll remember."

Daichi and Koushi stared at each other for a moment before dissolving into a fit of laughter. Truth be told, it wasn't that funny. It was just nice that they could still banter with kilometers between them.

"I better get going, I need to eat," Daichi said after the laughter subsided. "Talk to you next week?"

Koushi nodded, sad that their conversation was already coming to an end.

"Yeah, for sure. Next Friday?"

"Next Friday," Daichi confirmed. "I miss you, Suga."

Koushi smiled. "I miss you too, Daichi. Have fun this week."

Koushi's screen went blank. He sat back in his chair with a sigh. He could last another seven days.

***

They kept to their schedule for the first few weeks. They made sure to talk every Friday for at least half an hour, but as the school year wore on, it became every other Friday, then once a month, then every other month. They saw each other for a few days when they went home for Christmas. They promised that they would talk more, and for a few weeks they did. Then they fell back into their same patterns of every other month. Soon, the first year ended and the second one began. Texts went unanswered. Calls became every few months.

It made Koushi sad, thinking about how close he and Daichi had been. But he knew that there was a chance this would happen. It made sense. They went to two separate schools on opposite sides of Japan. They had new friend groups, new interests, new fields of study. Koushi wanted nothing more than to stay in touch with Daichi, he did. Daichi was his best friend, had been for years. Hell, Koushi loved the guy. But sometimes friends drifted apart. It hurt, but it was the truth.

***

It was four weeks to the end of Koushi's second year when he next heard from Daichi. His attention had been torn between apartment hunting and studying when Daichi's face appeared on his laptop screen—an incoming call. Koushi almost declined the call, but stopped himself. He and Daichi hadn't spoken in months. It could be urgent. Koushi plugged his headphones into his laptop and accepted the call.

It took a minute for Daichi's camera to come online. It took every ounce of Koushi's self control to not wince; Daichi looked like hell. His hair had grown out, longer than Koushi had ever seen it before, kind of like Asahi's had been their first year. The bags under his eyes were deep and purple. He'd lost an unhealthy amount of weight. Koushi could feel his heart shatter.

"Daichi…" Koushi murmured.

"Koushi, I don't know if I can do this anymore," Daichi choked out, clearly on the verge of tears.

Koushi looked around the room. His roommate was on his bed, studying. The study rooms would probably be full too.

"Daichi? I'm here, but I'm going to move real quick. Don't go anywhere."

Koushi stood up, unplugging his laptop before leaving the room. To his surprise, there was no one in the study room down the hall. He slipped inside, setting his laptop on the nearest table. He sat down, adjusting the screen to get a better look at Daichi.

"What's going on, Daichi?" he asked.

"I just…" Daichi tried, then stopped. It took him a minute to start again as a few stray tears rolled down his cheeks. "God, I don't know where to begin."

"Start where ever you'd like," Koushi said. "I'm here for you."

"I'm just…" Daichi began, "…so lonely here. Like, I've made friends here, sure, but…"

Koushi waited for Daichi to continue.

Daichi sighed, "Koushi, they aren't you."

Koushi blinked; that wasn't what he was expecting.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You were my vice captain, but more importantly, you were my best friend," Daichi said. "For three years, you were there every single day. Even before you and I were put in charge of the team, you were there for me. You had my back in so many ways, and I thought that I could make it without you. We fell out of touch with each other, and I thought that I needed to let you go, because you had your own life and you didn't need to be held back by high school memories, but I just… I can't do this without you. Everyone here is so nice, but they aren't you. I miss you so much."

Daichi had barely finished his sentence before Koushi said, "I'm buying you a ticket to come see me."

"What?"

Koushi wiped his eyes, aware that he had started crying too.

"I'm buying you a ticket for the earliest bullet train I can, you're coming to see me."

"Koushi, you don't-."

"Daichi," Koushi snapped, "I've missed you too. This is as much for me as it is for you."

Daichi fell silent. He inhaled once, then nodded. Koushi nodded back.

"See you in a few days."

***

Koushi felt a little silly; he didn't need to be skipping class to hold balloons and chocolates on a crowded train platform. He was doing it anyway. It was for Daichi, after all. He had been obsessively checking the train schedule all day to see when Daichi would be getting in, and doing his best to ignore the overwhelming fear that Daichi hadn't gotten on the train at all.

It wasn't Koushi's only fear, to be sure. There was the fear that Daichi had missed his connecting train, or that Daichi had misplaced his luggage and therefore wasn't going to continue his trip. But the wrost of all was how their reunion would go. It had been over a year since he had last seen Daichi. They hadn't seen each other over Christmas, Koushi hadn't gone home that year. Somme part of Koushi was worried that Daichi held a grudge about their miscommunication. Koushi was nervous, but he needed this. He needed to see Daichi again.

He juggled the balloons and the chocolate between his hands, reaching for his phone to send a quick text to Daichi. He told Daichi which part of the platform he'd be standing on, then shoved the phone in his pocket. It was better to not know if Daichi would be meeting him, in a twisted way.

Soon enough, the train pulled up to the platform. Koushi held his breath as the doors opened and the passengers began to file out. Koushi held the balloons tighter as commuters brushed past. He scanned the crowd for a familiar face, his stomach twisting into knots with each passing second.

Then their eyes locked, brown meeting brown. Daichi stepped fully onto the platform, pausing for a moment. Koushi grinned, holding his arms outstretched. Daichi broke into a sprint. He barreled across the platform into Koushi's arms. Koushi stepped back, barely keeping the pair upright as Daichi wrapped him into a crushing hug. Koushi returned it in kind, putting every bit of strength he could into hugging Daichi. They stood locked in their embrace for what felt like an eternity, and it could have been, Koushi wouldn't have minded. He could feel tears soaking into his shirt, but he didn't care. For the first time in years, he felt whole. He had Daichi again, and that was all he needed.

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